Glancing at Callie, eyes wet and apologetic, Loretta patted Mrs. Sunderland’s back. “We’ll show these young women God’s love.”
Mildred wiggled into the circle. “And to show Jake how much I respect his skills, what he’s made of himself, I want him to remodel my home, shed its years and purpose, turn it into Peaceful’s Historical Museum. I’ve got enough stuff to fill it,” she said with a laugh, then offered her hand. “I’m your first client in that business you plan to start.”
Jake took her hand. “It’s a deal. If you’ll keep us stocked in gingerbread boy cookies.”
Mildred chuckled. “I’ll save the smiles till last.”
“I don’t need any smile but Callie’s.” Jake squeezed Callie’s hand and gazed into her eyes with such intensity that the crowd faded, and all she could see was the man. A man who cherished family and commitment, a man of faith and integrity, a man she could trust.
“I’ve repaired your home, but I want more than a business arrangement with you, more than three meals a day and a roof over my head. I love you, Callie Mitchell.”
At his declaration, the lonely shell surrounding her spirit shattered, releasing her from the pain of her past. “Jacob Squier Mitchell, I love you. You’ve repaired more than my home.” Tears stung her eyes. “You’ve repaired my heart.”
“As you have mine. I’ve wanted a family all my life. I love that baby you’re carrying. I want to be more than an uncle to him. I want to be a father. We’ll start that family with three. Add Commodore and Dorothy, Mildred here and the ladies of Redeeming Love and their babies—” He laughed. “I’m losing count. But we’ve got plenty of love and that big old Victorian.”
Jacob shared her dream, wanted it as much as she did. He would be a wonderful father, a considerate husband. What had she ever done to deserve this man?
He dropped to one knee. “Callie, will you be my wife?”
With her heart overflowing with peace and love, knowing God had brought exactly the right man into her life that day when a drifter had shown up on her porch, and now took residence in her heart, Callie smiled down at him. “My answer is yes. I want to marry you, Jacob, have a family with you.” He rose and tugged her into his arms, arms that felt like home. “No other man will do.”
Dear Reader,
Thank you for choosing
Wanted: A Family.
I hope you enjoyed Callie and Jake’s story. This book means a great deal to me personally. One glance in the mirror of my soul confirms how often I fail in my Christian walk. I’m thankful every day for God’s perfect grace in the person of Jesus Christ and what He did for me. Sadly, we know people have hurt or been hurt by judgment. When we extend grace to others, as Callie and Jake did in this story, we’re not condoning the sin. We’re forgiving the sinner as God’s Word commands.
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God bless you,
ISBN: 978-1-4268-8867-0
WANTED: A FAMILY
Copyright © 2011 by Janet Dean
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