Landchester Amish Love: Sarah (Amish Romance) (Landchester Amish Love Series Book 1) Read Free Page B

some craft stores. There was one in the next town over. Sarah was sure if she could just get her product to them, they would sell them for her. She’d reach a bigger audience too. That was decided. She’d make a couple of dolls with faces and save her money to get a taxi to the next town. It could work. It had to work. She wanted to break free of being told what she could and couldn’t make.
    Then Jacob came into her mind. Tall and loud Jacob. He had said her dolls were beautiful like their maker. Had he meant it? But she wasn’t sure about Jacob’s intentions. He was such a joker. But there was something about him that made her mention her dolls. Had he drawn her out of herself? She didn’t know for sure. She had heard the expression “opposites attract”. But it was just wishful thinking on her part. Jacob was attractive and Sarah felt she was just blah.
    None of the Amish boys had shown any interest in her romantically speaking. Whether it was her own lack of confidence or the fact no one was interested in her, Sarah had closed herself off. She didn’t feel like she belonged. But would she fit in anywhere? At least in the community, she had her familye but if she left and went out into the world, she would be alone.
    It was a struggle for Sarah. She just wanted to be like the other girls. She wanted someone to love her. Sarah always found an excuse, it was her looks. If only she looked prettier, if she was blond and taller. Her dolls with faces were the ideal she aspired to but of course, this just served to make Sarah more miserable. She certainly would never be allowed to dye her hair from black to blonde. At this rate, she would never be married.
    Sarah had never struggled with her faith, it was her confidence and lack of interest from the opposite sex that caused the most upset for her. She was quite content to marry and have boppli but it wasn’t on the horizon. If the young men didn’t find her attractive now, then she would never get the opportunity to find love.
    She prayed to Gott to relieve her of this pain. But her mind constantly worked overtime.  She had seen her bruder , Caleb, struggle with his faith but he had Anne and he stayed for love. And they were happy. Anne was pregnant with their first child. And when their boppli arrived, Sarah would have to face the truth that she would never have a familye of her own.
    She had arrived home and put her horse and buggy away. She’d be back tonight to continue her on her second doll. Sarah went to her room and read her prayer book. She trusted that Gott would look after her but he was taking his time and she was getting frustrated at having to wait for love.
    When she finished her reading, she lay down on her bed and thought about her dolls with faces and how she could develop that side of her business. Jah, if she could get them stocked elsewhere, away from Amish eyes, she could make good money. The Englischers always praised the Amish for their workmanship and her dolls would be no exception. She was feeling excited. Sarah had a plan.
    With her perfectionistic tendencies, Sarah made a lot of plans. They gave her mind a focus and she was determined by nature. Not all of them worked out but she was always hopeful that the next plan would work. Sometimes one just needed a little support. But something held her back in talking to Ruth. She knew Ruth would help her but the fear of someone in the familye knowing her secret was too strong. But Sarah was reaching breaking point and something would have to give.

Chapter 6
    Sarah smiled at her latest creation. Her second doll was complete. It had been a labor of love and as she looked at the two dolls with their blond hair and blue eyes, she felt they were smiling back at her. Her Amish dolls looked sad to her but these dolls with their smiles were happy. She could feel a sense of fulfillment having made them. It had taken such fine needlework to give them expressions. The dolls told a story and Sarah thought