From the Back Cover:
It’s never too late for a miracle.
When an old woman begs God to let her see the daughter who had been taken from her arms almost eighty years before―could her impossible prayer come true?
In the summer of 1928, sixteen-year-old Minka was looking forward to a sewing class picnic. This would be a rare chance to put aside farm chores, don a pretty dress, and enjoy an outing with other girls. It would be a day to remember.
And it was . . . but not in the way Minka had dreamed. Cornered by a stranger in the woods, the young girl was assaulted. Minka still believed that the stork brought babies; she would not discover for months that she was pregnant.
The story that follows has been almost a hundred years in the making. What happens when a new mother must make a heartbreaking sacrifice to give her baby daughter the life she deserves? Can her cherished memories carry her through decades of turmoil, during a rapidly changing time in American history? And in the end, can she trust God for a miracle? The Waiting is an unforgettable true story of faith that triumphs, forgiveness that sets us free, and love that never forgets.
Decades of secret letters from a mother longing for her daughter . . .
1929: I sure hated to give her up. But I know it was for the best. I miss her so every night . . .
1933: I would like to know how my big baby girl is getting along. . . . Sometimes the hills are hard to climb, and if I could only hear of her once in awhile it means so much.
1939: Bless her little heart, I hope she shall be happy always. . . . I would so appreciate just a line or two about her.
1944: I’m wondering how my little Betty is. I know I should be very proud of her now. She must be a young lady, nearly sixteen. I think of her so often. . . .
1945: Betty Jane will be seventeen yrs old . . . it hardly seems possible . . . please write me if you’ve any news . . . she is at such a tender age now.
1947: Please write me if you have word . . . will make my Xmas happier just to know she is fine and happy. . . .
From the Inside Flap:
Decades of secret letters from a mother longing for her daughter . . .
1929: I sure hated to give her up. But I know it was for the best. I miss her so every night . . .
1933: I would like to know how my big baby girl is getting along. . . . Sometimes the hills are hard to climb, and if I could only hear of her once in awhile it means so much.
1939: Bless her little heart, I hope she shall be happy always. . . . I would so appreciate just a line or two about her.
1944: I’m wondering how my little Betty is. I know I should be very proud of her now. She must be a young lady, nearly sixteen. I think of her so often. . . .
1945: Betty Jane will be seventeen yrs old . . . it hardly seems possible . . . please write me if you’ve any news . . . she is at such a tender age now.
1947: Please write me if you have word . . . will make my Xmas happier just to know she is fine and happy. . . .
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