Is Henry really the one, chosen by God? How can Veronica be sure?
All her dreams have been dashed thus far. She only wished to live out a simple life in her Amish community, seeking God, caring for a husband and a family, being part of a loving church. Veronica cannot understand why some folks have all the bad luck. Why are some visited by tragedies while others are not? Does God pull all the strings like a giant puppeteer? Are these things predestined from all eternity? Can she trust Him while not understanding this life she finds herself living? Was having faith meant to be this hard? Will He really wipe away every tear?

Upon meeting Veronica, Henry had looked at her then and she looked at him. No words were needed. They both knew. This had been the plan for all Eternity. His plan for them. According to the world, it would seem folly. But to those that have embraced this path less trod, it couldn't be clearer. Their gaze was interrupted by a tiny voice then. "More...please."

Rosie looked up at both of them and smiled. She seemed to know, too.