A beautiful, delightful and charming story wrote of tragedy, forgiveness, hope, love and acceptance, wrapped in Gods enduring grace and forgiveness. Taking place in Scotland in the 18th century the author captures the time effortlessly. You are immediately taken back to a simpler time, and launched into the lives of these well developed characters. You connect with the family dynamics. Her main characters are complex and carry the weight of unforgiveness like a heavy load on their backs. It makes the pain fresh and they live the experience over and over again. You feel Allen's pain from his tragedy and how it continued to develop; not only into a physical pain, but an emotional and psychological one as well, yearning for the approval and undivided attention of his father. You experience the struggles of Gordon Shaw and Meg as they both strive to deal with their emotional pain from past hurts and also learning to love and forgive as our God loves and forgive. A lesson we all can be reminded of from time to time in our lives.
This book was a fast read, but a wonderful one that I would highly recommend. This author writes about a period time gone by when the value of family were strong and home and honesty were gifts to be treasured. Liz shows through her characters. Forgiveness is a gift from God to set us free from the pain of the past. God gives us many chances to be set free from the chains that hold us back from really receiving all he has for us. It’s the greatest Christmas gift of all. It’s one to be passed on for sure!
From the book:
"Wrapped in a cloud of steam, the engine rolled to a stop, the screech of metal against metal filling the frosty air. Snow blew across the railway platform and around Meg’s calfskin walking boots. The weather definitely was not improving.
She ordered tea with milk and sugar, eying the currant buns and sweet mincemeat tarts displayed beneath a bell jar. Later, perhaps, when her appetite returned. At the moment her stomach was twisted into a knot.
“Anything else for you?” the cashier asked as she handed over the tea, steaming and fragrant.
Meg was surprised to find her fingers trembling when she lifted the cup. “All I want is a safe journey home.”
“On a day like this?” the round-faced woman exclaimed. “None but the Almighty can promise you that, lass.”
She ordered tea with milk and sugar, eying the currant buns and sweet mincemeat tarts displayed beneath a bell jar. Later, perhaps, when her appetite returned. At the moment her stomach was twisted into a knot.
“Anything else for you?” the cashier asked as she handed over the tea, steaming and fragrant.
Meg was surprised to find her fingers trembling when she lifted the cup. “All I want is a safe journey home.”
“On a day like this?” the round-faced woman exclaimed. “None but the Almighty can promise you that, lass.”
Disclaimer:
“I received a copy of this book from Waterbrook Multnomah Publishing Group for my review.”
Amazon Review: https://www.amazon.com/gp/pdp/profile/A38SAJ7T0I1UBN?ie=UTF8&*Version*=1&*entries*=0
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