Selah

Pamela J. Lantz

Description

An American teacher returns from Israel to transform her farm into a camp for special needs children, fulfilling a promise beyond all imagination.

After Lila returns from a teaching assignment in Israel, she sets out to renovate her grandparents’ old farmstead into a camp for those with special needs and a respite for those who care for them.



Handyman Vinny along with Chaplain Si and his collection of juvenile delinquents pitch in to ready the farm for action. A trip to a neighboring farm to purchase a therapy dog acquaints Lila with two new friends and partners in the cause. Patty grows by leaps and bounds, barreling her way into everyone’s hearts and homes with her tonics, lotions, critters, and sayings. Lila and her family transform in a way never imagined as they follow Gramp’s lead into the heart of Jesus. As Selah’s Farm emerges from pain and promise, the girls once again answer a call and follow it back to Israel in order to assist Team OSCF in rescuing trafficked children.



Dr. Saige is back to her Holy Land excursions. Taking a cue from Lila’s grandfather, she seeks the names of Yeshua and travels to the Island of Patmos to discover Alpha and Omega. Tag along with Titi and Mr. Joey to the Sea of Galilee to learn about Jesus, the Teacher. Meet fisherman Thomas before climbing up the Mount of Beatitudes. Encounter Jesus as the Cornerstone, High Priest, Savior, and Bridegroom, to name a few. Witness Saige and Eden answer His invitation to intimacy and the Holy Spirit’s summons to journey to the ends of the earth.

Sujets

• Jesús de Nazaret
• Israel
• Trafficking
• Jesus
• Holy Spirit
• Revelation
• Fiction
• Jésus de Nazareth

Informations

• Publié par: WestBow Press
• Date de parution: 08 septembre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781664276215
• Langue: English

Extrait

Selah
 
From the Series: The Trinity Promise
 
 
 
 
PAMELA J. LANTZ
 
 
 

 
 
Copyright © 2022 Pamela J. Lantz.
 
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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
 
 
 
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Scripture taken from the King James Version of the Bible.
 
ISBN: 978-1-6642-7622-2 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-6642-7623-9 (hc)
ISBN: 978-1-6642-7621-5 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2022915615
 
 
 
WestBow Press rev. date: 08/30/2022
CONTENTS
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-three
Chapter Twenty-four
Chapter Twenty-five
Chapter Twenty-six
Chapter Twenty-seven
Chapter Twenty-eight
Chapter Twenty-nine
Chapter Thirty
 
 
 
 
 
 
For my dad
Thank you for leaving a legacy of love.
For S elah
Your name says it all.
In Just Let Them Love You , the first installment of the series, The Trinity Promise, the reader embarks on a year-long discovery of the Holy Land to discover God in His many names. Lila travels to Israel to complete her teacher’s certification in special education at Chayah’s Children’s Home. While there, she enters an entirely different world from the one from which she came. A colorful host of new friends invite her to dig deep and discover God in a fresh and personal way.
From scooter rides to Mediterranean estates and moonlighting at a radio station to helping rescue trafficked children and hosting Chayah’s first Olympic games, Lila embraces her experiences and spiritual revelation. But the biggest discovery of all comes as a surprise to everyone, especially Lila. Her family’s history comes to full light with the disclosure that her grandparents had been victims of the Holocaust, a secret kept all their lives. Lila is of Jewish descent, a daughter of Israel.
A fter her grandmother’s passing, Lila inherits her portion of the Upstate New York farmstead in order to redeem time and right wrongs. Not really certain what that means but determined to give it a go, Lilah sets o ut with the help of family and many friends to transform the farm into a camp for those with special needs and a respite for those that care for them. Selah’s Farm emerges from pain and promise and from a whisper from the one who knows her best.
I n Selah , this second book of the series, the reader reconnects with old friends while meeting a whole cast of new ones. Dr. Saige is back to her Holy Land excursions, this time taking a cue from Lila’s grandfather. Unpacking the names of Yeshua is her quest when she answers His invitation to intimacy—a worldwide proposal many have yet to accept.
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Chapter
ONE
“Sorry, Charlie,” Patty had said as she’d banished the rooster from the hen house one Saturday afternoon. The name had stuck, along with a mournful, ever-present crow. The squeak in the kitchen’s screen door tickled Charlie’s inner ear, and once again, the rooster let out a rather loud cock-a-doodle-do as it announced the start of a brand-new day.
Patty had been getting up earlier and earlier, setting off for her old homestead before sunrise and then coming back to eat breakfast before the day’s work at the local veterinary office. This morning was no exception. The essence of fresh ground coffee still lingered in the air. Lila breathed in its earthy fragrance, rolled over to her side, and let it soothe her. Since their stay in Israel, Patty and Lila had both taken an exceptional liking to strong coffee, always freshly ground with a splash of Georgia’s milk.
Georgia, the farm’s new milk cow, had been Gram’s parting gift to Patty. Patty’s long-held desire was to have a milk cow onto which she could fasten a collar that had been fitted with a bell. Gram thought this was a silly notion, as the county was already amply supplied with straight-from-the-udder milk. However, upon Patty’s return from Israel and her two weeks spent with Mama Grace in Washington, DC, she was greeted with a milk cow sporting a loud-clanging copper bell.
“Gram wanted you to have her, Patty,” said Lila’s father, Henry, as he introduced the new addition to the farm. This particular cow had an amusing mop of white curly hair between its ears, bearing a striking resemblance to the portrait Patty had seen on her recent DC historical tour. So, in honor of America’s first president in the land of the free, Georgia Freedom received her name.
Lila threw off her bedcovers and slipped on her robe before shuffling down to the kitchen. The newly varnished floors were cool under her feet. The radio was playing softly, and Patty’s breakfast dishes were washed and neatly stacked in the dish drainer. The French press had been cleaned and prepared for its second brew of the day, the beans expertly ground and sprinkled with a dash of cinnamon.
Several loaves of bread were cooling on wooden racks. It’s amazing how much you can accomplish when you rise before the sun and the rooster’s crow, thought Lila. Patty had been baking numerous loaves of bread in her stone oven. The oven had been another surprise waiting for them on their return. Patty’s brilliantly marketed bread—“How much good stuff can one stuff in a loaf of bread?”—was flying off the farm stand’s shelves. Her merchandising strategy was blunt, honest, and effective. Her Saturday farm stand had grown so big and the customers so numerous that Lila’s mother, Frances, had suggested some changes might be in order.
“I’ve been thinking about trying something new,” Frances had said, adjusting her new reading glasses that she loathed wearing. “Community shares, or CSAs, I believe they are called. It’s a selling of goods off the farm, a couple of pickles and a few squashes at a time.”
CSAs had become the rage with all the city folks as they eagerly purchased shares from a local farm, benefiting both farmers and consumers. The family had decided to give it a go at the last minute, taking advantage of Lila’s computer skills and the family’s ability to grow everything delicious.
Lila had managed the farm’s website while finishing her internship in Israel. Stateside, Patty and Lila’s parents tended the soil and manned the stand. It was wildly successful—too much so, in fact, leaving them to turn away many disappointed urban dwellers. They simply were not equipped to transport all that was ordered.
Patty had added several different kinds of bread to the menu: organic rye, whole wheat, smelt, and sourdough. She had also added honey and sheep and goat milk products to the mix, creating an even longer waiting list.
Lila had so much to do. Selah’s Farm was soon to be inaugurated. Its simple beginning was emerging with an equally simple intent: to mingle rest with purpose. The farm was even named for memory and purpose: in memory of Lila’s year in Israel teaching in a school for children with special needs, and for the purpose of bringing rest and pause to those in need of it—parents, caregivers, and the champions who battle special needs in their own way every day.
Gram had willed her share of the farm, along with a well-preserved nest egg, to Lila. She had said it was “for a purpose.” She had said it was “to redeem time.” Lila wasn’t sure Gram had really known the full extent of what would transpire, just that it needed to do so. She wasn’t exactly sure what was to emerge, either, but she figured she would give the invitation a chance and was determined to enjoy its unfolding.
Mama Grace and her granddaughter would be coming in one week’s time to celebrate Selah’s Farm’s new beginning and to enjoy some much-needed refreshment. Grace, Lila, and Patty had become fast friends in Israel, bonding through birth nation and common cause.
Mama Grace, it turns out, had more than a passing fancy in Selah’s Farm. She had an aching need concerning her own granddaughter that she believed Lila and Patty could meet. Mama Grace was a force of nature, although you wouldn’t think so by looking at her. She was middle-aged and as slim as a willow reed, her cadence defined by a slight limp. Her large, round eyes were set wide above high cheekbones, and full lips framed a bright smile that stood out as a beacon against her dewy cocoa skin.