I honestly don't know why I read these things. I think it's the covers. They all look so sunshiney and wholesome, and I'm like, yes, I want to read a book where everyone lives in a simple fantasy land and the conflict is barely there and they all live happily ever after. They always appeal to me most strongly when I'm at a low point, emotionally speaking; blame this one on Trump. And of course then I get into it and I remember the weird evangelical slant they somehow manage to impart to the Amish, and the fucked-up "lessons" that always crop up, and by that time I'm too far in and it's like a train wreck; I just can't stop.
None of the stories here were particularly outrageous. In fact, they were all pretty bland and unremarkable, which for me is good in this category; usually if I remember a work of inspirational fiction at all, it's because it was exceptionally bad/racist/misogynist, and none of these were extraordinarily so (though the third story did have some pretty damn problematic relationship dynamics going on). Mediocre writing throughout, but apart from some laughably bad dialogue in story #3, nothing too ridiculous. The stories were all quite predictable, but that's part of the appeal with this genre. They're comfort reads. If you're looking for that sort of thing, you could do a lot worse than this.
I do have to say, though, I'm a little amused by the recipes section. Don't get me wrong; carbs drowning in white sauce and cheese make my little heart go pitter-pat just as much as the next Midwesterner. But I am a little skeptical of "traditional" Amish recipes that call for things like Velveeta, Campbell's soup, or instant ramen. I'm not saying the Amish DON'T eat those things - I'm sure some of them might. But I'm guessing those are not the traditional recipes handed down from the Amish ancestors of ye olden times.