{"product_id":"sierra-jensen-collection-vol-1-isbn-9780593193198","title":"Sierra Jensen Collection, Vol 1","description":"\u003cb\u003eHappenstance…or God’s Great Plan? \u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe’s the bold, free-spirited type. She’s cute, she’s fun, and she’s following God. She’s Sierra Jensen, Christy Miller’s good friend, ready for her junior year of high school! All twelve books in the popular Sierra Jensen series come together in four volumes to reveal the ups and downs of Sierra’s incredible God-led journey!  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eVolume One:\u003c\/b\u003e In \u003ci\u003eOnly You, Sierra\u003c\/i\u003e, she’s nervous to be the “new girl” after her family moves to Portland and wonders if meeting Paul in London was only by chance. Just when everything important seems to elude her, all it takes is one weekend \u003ci\u003eIn Your Dreams\u003c\/i\u003e to prove otherwise. But even a vacation doesn’t keep her troubles away in \u003ci\u003eDon’t You Wish. \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eChristy Miller knows a good friend when she meets her, \u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eand so will you— \u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eGet ready for Sierra Jensen! \u003c\/b\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eOnly You, Sierra\u003c\/i\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe Europe mission trip brought Sierra Jensen the best gift possible: two new friends, Katie and Christy. But now Sierra is headed home, and she can’t help but wonder will her friendships last? And what about her new home? Her family moved while she was gone, and that means facing a new high school. And the biggest question of all: Will she ever find love? Then a chance meeting in a London airport answers that question. Paul makes her heart leap. But she’ll never see him again! Or will she?  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eIn Your Dreams\u003c\/i\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSierra has had it! She’s done everything she can to find the right job, good friends, and most important, true love. But nothing is working out. Now she has to stay home to care for her grandmother. By herself. For the whole weekend! It will be terrible. But a series of startling surprises shows Sierra just how wrong she is—and before she knows it, she’s on her way to the perfect job, her first real date, and an encounter with a mysterious stranger.  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eDon’t You Wish \u003c\/i\u003e \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSierra has three wishes: visit her California friends; have her older sister, Tawni, disappear; and learn more about the mysterious stranger. When Easter break arrives, Sierra’s first wish comes true! She’s headed to Newport Beach for fun, sun, and surf. Unfortunately, not only does Tawni not disappear, she accompanies Sierra on her escape. What’s worse, \u003ci\u003eevery\u003c\/i\u003eone has a boyfriend except Sierra. But will her wishes begin to change as she realizes God wants to mold her according to \u003ci\u003eHis\u003c\/i\u003e wishes?  \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eStory Behind the Book\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“After writing the twelve-book Christy Miller series for teens, a new character showed up on the pages of the final novel. Her name was Sierra Jensen, and she was so compelling as a teenage character that readers began asking for a series about Sierra in order to hear more about her life choices. Our family had just moved to Portland at the time, and I found it easy to picture a sixteen-year-old like Sierra shopping at the local vintage clothing stores, hanging out with friends at a garage band concert, and serving at the homeless shelter on weekends.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e—Robin Jones Gunn\u003cb\u003eRobin Jones Gunn\u003c\/b\u003e is a God-lover who can’t stop telling stories. And by the way, she’s still crazy about her husband after twenty-eight years and confesses their two kids turned out pretty good only because of the extravagant grace poured out on their family.\u003cb\u003eone\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSIERRA JENSEN GAZED out the train window at the cold, wet English countryside. In an hour she and her friends would be back at Carnforth Hall with the other ministry teams that had spent the past week in various European countries. She wedged her hands between her crossed legs, trying to warm them against her jeans. Endless pastures, frosted with winter’s ice, flashed past her window. Sierra let out a sigh.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“What are you thinking?” Katie asked, uncurling from her comfy position on the train seat next to Sierra. Katie’s red hair swished as she tilted her head to make eye contact with Sierra. Even though Katie was two years older than Sierra and they had met only two weeks ago, they had become close during the week they had just spent together in Belfast, Northern Ireland.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“About going back to the States,” Sierra said. Her silver, dangling earrings chimed as she turned to Katie and smiled her wide, easy smile, but she was really looking past Katie. In the seat across the aisle from them, their team leader, Doug, was sitting next to his girlfriend, Tracy.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“This whole trip went too fast.” Katie folded her arms and settled back against the upholstered seat. “I’m not ready to go home yet.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I know,” Sierra agreed. “Me neither.” She noticed that Doug was now slipping his arm across the back of the seat. Tracy slid closer to him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I’d like to come back,” Katie said. “Maybe next summer.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Me too,” Sierra said, watching Tracy snuggle up to Doug.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“It would be great if out whole team could be together again for another trip.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Me too,” Sierra said. Tracy was tilting her heartshaped faced toward Doug’s, giving him a delicate smile that, by the look on his face, was melting him to the core.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“What do you mean, ‘me too’? Of course you would be on the team.” Katie looked over her shoulder to see what had distracted Sierra. Turning back to Sierra, Katie leaned forward and quietly said, “Don’t they just make you sick?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Katie,” Sierra said in a hushed voice, “I thought you guys were all best friends and had been for years–you, Doug, Tracy, and Christy. Why would it make you sick to see those two together?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“We’re all best friends. It’s just…well, look at them! They’re totally in love.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I know,” Sierra said, casting another quick glance at the couple who were now talking softly and looking deeply into each other’s eyes. “I can’t imagine ever being in Tracy’s place and having a guy look at me like that.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Are you kidding?” Katie pulled back and let her bright green eyes do a quick head-to-toe scan of Sierra. “Have you ever looked in a mirror, girl? First, you have the hair going for you. You have great hair! Wild, blond, curly. Very exotic.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Haven’t you noticed?” Sierra said, tugging at a curly loop of her long hair. “Straight, sleek hair happens to be in right now.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Oh sure, this week. Wait a few days. Everyone will be running out for perms so they can look just like you. And your smile happens to be award-winning, in case you didn’t know. Blue-gray eyes that change with the weather are also quite popular. A few freckles. That’s good. Fantastic clothes, all very original. And I don’t ever want to hear you complain about your body.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“What body? I’m shaped like a tomboy.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Better to be shaped like a tomboy than a fullback.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You’re not shaped like a fullback,” Sierra protested.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Okay, a halfback.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You’re both beautiful,” Stephen, the German guy on their team, inserted into the conversation. He was sitting directly across from them and had appeared to be sleeping.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSierra felt her cheeks blush, realizing Stephen had overheard their conversation. He was the oldest one of their group, and his beard added to his older appearance.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Why do women find it a sport to criticize themselves to their friends?” Stephen asked, leaning forward and taking on the tone of a counselor. “You both are gorgeous young\u003cbr\u003ewomen on the outside and fantastically beautiful here,” he patted his heart, “where it really counts.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Then you tell us why all the guys aren’t falling at our feet,” Katie challenged.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Is that what you want?” Stephen asked, and in an uncharacteristic move, tumbled to the floor and bowed at their feet.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSierra burst out laughing.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Get out of here!” Katie said. “You’re making this a joke, and I’m serious.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eStephen returned to his seat, a satisfied little grin across his usually serious face.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You’re a guy; tell us what you’re attracted to in a girl,” Katie said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eStephen took a quick look at Tracy and then back at Sierra and Katie. “Well,” he began, but it was too late. His unspoken message seemed clear. Katie threw her hands up in the air. “I knew it! You don’t have to say anything. You men are all alike! You all \u003ci\u003esay \u003c\/i\u003eit’s the personality and what’s on the inside that counts. But the truth is your first choice every time is the Tracy-type, the sweet, helpful, cute ones. Admit it! There’s little hope in this world for the few individualists like Sierra and me.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“On the contrary. You’re both very attractive. To the right man, you will be a treasure. You just need to wait on God.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I know, I know,” Katie said. “And until then, we have our own little club, don’t we, Sierra?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSierra remembered when she and Katie had formed the Pals Only Club at the beginning of their trip. She slapped Katie a high five and said, “P.O. forever!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“That’s right,” Katie said. “We may have lost Tracy, but it’s you, me, and Christy from here on out.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You women do not need a little club,” Stephen said. “Perhaps a caveman with a big club might be helpful…”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eInstead of laughing at his joke, the girls gave Stephen a tandem groan and twisted their expressions into unappreciative scowls. He folded his arms against his chest, closed\u003cbr\u003ehis eyes, and pretended to go back to sleep. But a crooked grin was on his lips.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Come on,” Katie said. “Let’s get something to drink.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSierra followed her down the rocking aisle that led to the back of the train car. They passed through the sliding doors and headed for the compact snack bar at the end of the next car. After buying Cokes, they stood to the side by the closed windows.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Guys like Stephen really bug me,” Katie said. “First they’re all sweet and full of  compliments, and then they make stupid jokes. You never know if they’re serious about all the nice stuff or not.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I think he meant it,” Sierra said, shifting her weight from one foot to another. She was wearing her favorite old cowboy boots that she had worn for most of the trip. They\u003cbr\u003ewere actually her dad’s old leather boots. Very authentic. She had found them in the garage last summer when they were cleaning out stuff for a garage sale. Her mom had wanted to sell them and said, “I can’t believe we still have these old boots! Howard wore them on our first date.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat’s when Sierra knew they couldn’t be cast off to some stranger at a garage sale. She tried them on, and to her amazement, they fit. She had worn them constantly ever since, much to her mother’s dismay.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Enough talk about guys,” Katie said. “Let’s talk about something else.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“It’ll be great to see all the other teams tonight and hear about everything that happened to them.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Yeah.” Katie agreed. “I can’t wait to hear about Christy’s week in Spain.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I still can’t believe they pulled her off our team at the last minute and sent her all the way to Spain after the rest of the Spanish team had already left. I don’t think I could have done what she did, traveling all by herself for two days and then joining up with a team of people she barely knew.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“It’s like I kept saying,” Katie said, making a muscleman pose. “She is Missionary Woman.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSierra smiled. “I felt as if I was just getting closer to her, and then they shipped her off on a moment’s notice. It must have been even harder for you to see her leave like that, since you guys have been best friends for so long.” “I’m sure it was a God-thing.” Katie finished her drink and tossed her can into the bin marked “rubbish” as if she were shooting a basketball into a hoop. She made the shot and with two fingers gave herself a score of “two points” in\u003cbr\u003ethe air.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSierra finished her Coke and aimed her can at the rubbish bin. Her shot banked off the side. When she scooped it up, Katie said, “Try it again.” Sierra did. This time she made it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“All right!” Katie said, slapping a low five behind her back. “We’re unstoppable.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSierra thought about how much had happened during their week of ministry at the church in Belfast. Sierra and Katie had worked with the children, performed in a drama group, gone out street witnessing, prayed with teenagers when they said they wanted to give their lives to God, and had visited some elderly women of the church who treated them to tea and cakes. It had been a life-changing experience for Sierra, and she was glad Katie had buddied up with her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You know,” Katie said, as they headed back to their seats, “I’m sure God had a reason for taking Christy off our team. If nothing else, it let me get to know you, and I’m really glad for that.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I am too,” said Sierra. “I’m just starting to feel depressed now that it’s almost over.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Not so fast! We have two more days before we have to leave,” Katie pointed out.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Next stop is ours,” Stephen said when they reached their seats. “Hey, Doug, we’re almost there. Next stop.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSierra watched as Tracy uncurled herself from Doug’s shoulder and Doug resumed his role as team leader. He was a great guy. Sierra admired him, especially after all they had\u003cbr\u003eexperienced together as a team this past week. She could easily see Doug and Tracy married and working together in ministry.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe group members gathered their belongings, as they had done dozens of times during their travels, and helped with each other’s luggage. It was a familiar routine.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSierra fought off the sadness that crept in when she realized the next time she boarded a train in England it would be to go home. Something caught in her throat every time she thought about returning to the States.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe hadn’t been able to talk about it to Katie or anyone else. Maybe she should. Whenever she mentioned her situation, it had been with her usually cheerful, adventuresome spirit. No one knew that deep down she was nervous, knowing that everything in her life was going to be different when she returned home.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhile Sierra was in England, her family had moved. Instead of flying back to the small mountain community in northern California where she had spent her life, she was\u003cbr\u003eflying to Portland, Oregon, her new home. The train came to a stop, and the group shuffled off and made its way through the station and then out to the small parking lot in front. A van was waiting for them in the late afternoon drizzle. They climbed in like a bunch of\u003cbr\u003erobots, all so accustomed to travel and so tired from their latest adventure.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSierra sat in the back next to the window, curling and uncurling her cold toes inside the leather cowboy boots. She still had two more days in England, two more days to think through all the changes that were about to take place in her life. She wasn’t ready for any of it. The nervousness about the move bothered her. Sierra had always been the bold, free-spirited type. But then, her whole foundation of home and family had never been rocked before.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTracy slid into the van and plopped down next to Sierra. Doug sat in the front and patted the driver on the shoulder, thanking him for the ride.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTracy said, “I can’t wait to see Christy! I hope she had a good time in Spain.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSierra smiled and nodded in agreement. She couldn’t help but like Tracy. Everyone did. And of course Sierra was happy for Tracy that she and Doug had gotten together on the trip. Still, something made Sierra feel a little hurt and left out. Maybe it was jealousy that Tracy was getting one of the few truly wonderful guys left in the world.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe van wound around the narrow streets through the small town and then hit the country road leading to Carnforth Hall. The scenery looked exactly as it had a week ago when they left, with the exception of a few wild, purple crocuses popping up through patches of thawed earth. Sierra decided that if any more guys like Doug existed in this world, they certainly weren’t in Pineville, Sierra’s old hometown. And they certainly weren’t on this trip.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Tracy, by any chance does Doug have any brothers?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Does Doug have any brothers?” Tracy repeated with a skeptical look. “Why do you ask?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Oh, no reason. Never mind.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe van stopped in the gravel driveway at the front of an old castle, Carnforth Hall. Standing in front of the huge wooden doors was a tall brunette under an open umbrella.\u003cbr\u003eShe waved wildly at their van.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“It’s Christy!” Katie shouted, standing up in the back of the van and pounding on the closed window. “Hey, Missionary Woman!”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSierra watched as Christy struck a muscle-bound pose with her right arm. Something on her wrist caught the glow of the amber porch light and sparkled brightly.","brand":"Multnomah Children's","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46301304586469,"sku":"NP9780593193198","price":18.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780593193198.jpg?v=1767736606","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/sierra-jensen-collection-vol-1-isbn-9780593193198","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}