The Calling of Emily Evans (Women of the West #1)
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She feels God nudging her toward ministry, but what options are there for a young single woman? Emily Evans has a hard time getting herself to class on time, much less figuring out God's will for her life. Then, to her surprise, she feels that God is calling her into fulltime Christian service. She expects the Lord will also provide her with a companion to share her life and ministry, but Emily does not want to marry any of the available young men. She squares her shoulders and decides she will accept the task of opening a new church in a pioneer communityalone.When Emily arrives at her new assignment, she is disappointed to find the church building in disrepair. After many days of hard work fixing it up, she announces her first service and is once again disappointed, this time in the size of her congregation. Is her faith strong enough to stand against the local doubters and myriad challenges that will test her calling?
out on some summer mission, some endeavor that would fit in with preparing herself for her future work. But her father had requested that she spend the time with them, and she was anxious to honor his wishes where possible. The summer eventually was over, though it seemed to Emily twice as long as normal. She was glad to pack her trunk and her suitcase and board the train for school. But just maybe, she reasoned with herself as her train chugged south, just maybe these weeks of canning beans
a welcome pile of dry straw in the corner. She made her way to it and tried to make herself comfortable. Just when she thought she might have found some measure of comfort, rain began to drip from the roof above her head. Emily changed her position and went through the settling process again. Then she noticed a small stream of water falling directly into her buggy, and Emily jumped up to make sure the sugar bag or flour sack was not immediately under it. The sugar was threatened, so she shifted
had so much fun. She shared in the laughter as the sack racers toppled and scrambled for the finish line. She licked ice cream that ran down her cone before it could spill on her hands, she shouted encouragement to her Sunday school students as they took part in the wheelbarrow race, and cheered on the softball players. She even tried her hand at dunking for apples, soaking her face and the curls that framed it. The children laughed and squealed their delight when she tossed the ball that sent
“Well—no, not yet. But she will when she gets bigger. Her mommy catches lots of mice. I always see her taking one to her babies,” Rena went on, her pale blue eyes full of the immensity of her knowledge. Emily’s hand moved from the kitten to the head of the child. What a beautiful little thing she would be if she had dainty hair ribbons and prettier clothes, thought Emily, and immediately checked herself. Mrs. Travis was doing all she could for her little family. It was impossible for her to do
main road onto the side road that led to the farm, she discovered firsthand how accurate Big John had been. The road to the Woodrow house was even worse than she had feared. Deep, gummy mud holes bogged down her buggy, and it was all her strong team could do to keep the small wagon moving. Emily lurched from one hole to another, trying to pick her way through. To make matters worse, the rain running down her face prevented her from seeing clearly. Much of the ground was under a layer of water,