The DreamZondervan, 26. mai 2009 - 320 sider Lanie Freeman had to grow up fast. Her mother died when she was just fourteen and now her father is in prison. The oldest of five children, seventeen-year-old Lanie has transformed into a surrogate mother … and a beautiful young woman. Not only must she keep her family together, but lately she has drawn the attention of Roger Langley, son of the richest man in town. Tensions run deep between the Freemans and the Langleys. And on top of it all, Louise Langley accuses Lanie of trying to snatch away her handsome fiancé, Dr. Owen Merrit. Dr. Merrit has long helped out the Freeman children, but Lanie isn’t sure he even notices that she’s no longer a child. Then Fairhope is thrown into chaos when the new preacher arrives—wearing blue jeans and riding a motorcycle. In only a month, dashing Brother Colin Ryan shakes the entire town to the core of their beliefs. With the town embattled over the preacher, her family struggling to survive, and her own heart in turmoil, Lanie seeks solace in her writing. She pours out her heart to God, trusting his promises. But when things fall apart at every turn, will Lanie continue to trust? The Dream continues the inspiring saga of one woman’s struggle to hold together her family and follow her dreams in the midst of America’s darkest hour. |
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... thing about the recurring dream was its reliable sameness. It began with the sound of Lanie's mother singing “The Old Rugged Cross.” Elizabeth's voice was clear as a bell, sweet and pure and true. The words seemed to Lanie to flow like ...
... thing about the recurring dream was its reliable sameness. It began with the sound of Lanie's mother singing “The Old Rugged Cross.” Elizabeth's voice was clear as a bell, sweet and pure and true. The words seemed to Lanie to flow like ...
... thing might go off.” “It shore will go off if you don't light a shuck. Now git!” Darrell was a flamboyant young man and hated to give in to anyone. “Now shucks, Miss Aunt Kezia, you wouldn't shoot me. We go to the same church.” The ...
... thing he's too skinny for us to eat.” Leaving the room, she walked down the hall to the bathroom. She washed her face with a thin sliver of Lifebuoy soap. “I hate Lifebuoy soap,” she muttered. “It stinks. I'm going to get Ivory soap ...
... thing which is in the waters, they shall be an abomination unto you.” Lanie's brow furrowed, and she shook her head. “I just plain don't understand that,” she muttered. “Nothin's better than good fried catfish — and yet the Bible says ...