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  PRAISE FOR BETH WISEMAN

  “Beth Wiseman writes with a masterful hand that reaches the recesses of the soul. Her capability for understanding the human condition exceeds traditional empathy and moves the reader to both introspection and exhilaration. Characters connect, transform, and redeem, making for a must ‘one sit’ read. Wiseman’s comprehension of grace and redemption plays out in the subtle confines of the everyday and teaches the reality that new life is possible for all.

  — Kelly Long, best-selling author of

  Sarah’s Garden

  “Wiseman’s voice is consistently compassionate and her words flow smoothly.”

  — Publishers Weekly review of Seek Me

  With All Your Heart

  “In Seek Me With All Your Heart, Beth Wiseman offers readers a heartwarming story filled with complex characters and deep emotion. I instantly loved Emily and eagerly turned each page, anxious to learn more about her past—and what future the Lord had in store for her.”

  — Shelley Shepard Gray, best-selling

  author of the Seasons of Sugarcreek

  series

  “Wiseman has done it again! Beautifully compelling, Seek Me With All Your Heart is a heartwarming story of faith, family, and renewal. Her characters and descriptions are captivating, bringing the story to life with the turn of every page.”

  — Amy Clipston, best-selling author

  of A Gift of Grace

  “Seek Me With All Your Heart by Beth Wiseman is a heart-stirring story of second chances and learning to trust God in difficult circumstances. You won’t want to miss the start to this new Amish series!”

  — Colleen Coble, best-selling author

  of The Lightkeeper’s Bride and the

  Rock Harbor series

  The Wonder

  of Your Love

  OTHER BOOKS BY BETH WISEMAN

  The Daughters of the Promise series

  Plain Perfect

  Plain Pursuit

  Plain Promise

  Plain Paradise

  Plain Proposal

  The Land of Canaan series

  Seek Me With All Your Heart

  Novellas found in:

  An Amish Christmas

  An Amish Gathering

  An Amish Love

  An Amish Wedding

  (available December 2011)

  The Wonder

  of Your Love

  Beth Wiseman

  © 2011 by Beth Wiseman

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  Scripture quotations are from the King James Version of the Bible.

  Publisher’s Note: This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. All characters are fictional, and any similarity to people living or dead is purely coincidental.

  Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

  Wiseman, Beth, 1962–

  The wonder of your love / Beth Wiseman.

  p. cm. — (Land of Canaan ; 2)

  ISBN 978-1-59554-886-3 (soft cover)

  1. Amish—Fiction. 2. Colorado—Fiction. I. Title.

  PS3623.I83W66 2011

  813'.6—dc23

  2011024653

  Printed in the United States of America

  11 12 13 14 15 QG 5 4 3 2 1

  To Sherry Gregg

  Contents

  Glossary

  One

  Two

  Three

  Four

  Five

  Six

  Seven

  Eight

  Nine

  Ten

  Eleven

  Twelve

  Thirteen

  Fourteen

  Fifteen

  Sixteen

  Seventeen

  Eighteen

  Nineteen

  Acknowledgments

  Reading Group Guide

  Amish Recipes

  About the Author

  Glossary

  ab im kopp – crazy, off in the head

  ach – oh

  aenti – aunt

  boppli – baby or babies

  bruder – brother

  daed – dad

  danki – thank you

  Deitsch – Dutch

  dochder – daughter

  eck – special place for bride and groom at the corner of the wedding

  table

  Englisch – non-Amish person

  fraa – wife

  grossmammi – grandmother

  guder mariye – good morning

  gut – good

  haus – hause

  kaffi – coffee

  kapp – prayer covering or cap

  kinner – children or grandchildren

  lieb – love

  maedel – girl

  mamm – mom

  mariyefrieh – tomorrow morning

  mei – my

  mudder – mother

  nee – no

  onkel – uncle

  roascht – roast

  rumschpringe – running-around period when a teenager turns sixteen years old

  schee – pretty

  sohn – son

  Wie bischt? – How are you?

  wunderbaar – wonderful

  ya – yes

  One

  KATIE ANN REACHED INTO THE DRAWER OF THE end table next to the couch and pulled out the letter she’d received two weeks ago. She knew it would upset her stomach to read it—as it had a dozen times already—but she unfolded it anyway. She couldn’t imagine why her husband’s mistress, Lucy Turner, was planning to travel all the way to Colorado to see her. She took a deep breath and read the letter again.

  Dear Katie Ann,

  I hope this letter finds you well. I heard from some of our mutual acquaintances here in Lancaster County that you had a healthy baby boy and named him Jonas. Congratulations to you. A baby is such a miracle from God.

  Katie Ann rolled her eyes, the way she always did at Lucy’s mention of God. A good, godly woman wouldn’t get involved with another woman’s husband. Although she knew good and well that it took two for such deception. She let out a heavy sigh and continued reading.

  I’m sure that I am the last person you want to hear from, and I’m sorry to bother you, but I need to meet with you. I know it is awkward, but I have something important to discuss, and it’s too much to say in a letter, or even over the phone. As soon as I can arrange to be off work, I will be traveling to Colorado. I hope that you can find time to meet with me to discuss this urgent matter. I thought it might be easiest for you if you knew in advance that I’m coming.

  All the best to you and your new little one,

  Lucy Turner

  Katie Ann folded the piece of paper and put it back in the drawer, determined not to let thoughts of Lucy ruin this day. But as she crossed through the living room toward the kitchen, she couldn’t help but wonder exactly when Lucy was going to show up on her doorstep. And what she wanted.

  Katie Ann poured a large bag of M&M’s into a Tupperware bowl, then put the container next
to the other food she would be carting to the Detweilers’ house. Both the candy and container were a gift for the bride and groom. It was traditional to place a fun and edible gift on the eck, something that held special meaning between the giver and the recipient. Katie Ann guessed that lots of people would choose M&M’s, though. It was no secret that the candy was Emily’s favorite.

  She couldn’t believe that the wedding was tomorrow. It seemed like just yesterday her husband’s nephew David was a young boy, but tomorrow he would marry Emily in front of a hundred friends and family. A small crowd for an Amish wedding. She recalled the nearly four hundred guests at her own wedding, but she quickly brushed the memory aside as she snapped the lid closed on the bowl.

  “Martha! Are you ready? Is the baby ready?” She walked back through the living room, turned the corner, and strolled into little Jonas’s bedroom. It was a beautiful room, painted in powder blue and trimmed with a lively, multicolored border of dancing ponies. Matching curtains covered the two windows facing the Sangre de Cristo Mountains. The fancy décor would be frowned upon by the bishop if he were to visit, but it was all Martha’s doing, and Katie Ann didn’t have the heart to change it. Martha was a widow and didn’t have any children of her own.

  “This little one needs a real nursery,” her Englisch friend had said with a huff before Jonas was even born.

  Martha would be upset if she knew that Katie Ann had heard from Lucy.

  Katie Ann stood quietly in the doorway for a moment, savoring the view of her little miracle in Martha’s arms and the contented expression on the older woman’s face. Martha was as much a grandmother to Jonas as Katie Ann’s own mother would have been if she were still living. Katie Ann smiled as Martha gently cradled Jonas in her arms, pushing the oak rocking chair into motion with her foot.

  “Why don’t you let me stay with the baby while you go on over to the Detweilers’ house? No need to drag this young one into the cold, plus he’s finally stopped crying and is sleeping soundly.” Martha touched her finger to Jonas’s cheek as her lips curved into a smile. After a moment, she looked back up at Katie Ann. “Unless it’s too cold for you to take the buggy. We can bundle him up real good and take my car.”

  Katie Ann shook her head. “No, no, I don’t mind the buggy ride. It’s crisp outside, but sunny. It would be gut if you could stay with Jonas. Are you sure you don’t mind?”

  Katie Ann had been up more than usual during the night with Jonas. He just wouldn’t stop crying, and nothing she did seemed to calm him.

  Martha looked up at her and scowled. “Now where else on the planet do you think I’d rather be than with this baby?” She raised one hand out from under Jonas and tucked a piece of brownish-gray hair behind her ear, a strand that had fallen from beneath the butterfly clip on the top of her head.

  Katie Ann pushed a loose tendril of her own hair beneath her kapp as she moved toward the rocker. “Just checking.” She leaned down and kissed her precious bundle on the cheek. “See you soon, my darling.”

  Martha raised her chin as she spoke in a whisper. “You tell Vera Detweiler that I’m expecting creamed celery tomorrow. Lots of it.”

  Katie Ann nodded as she moved toward the door. “You know there’s always lots of celery at weddings.” She pulled her heavy black coat, gloves, and bonnet on. Once she was bundled up, she came back to the bedroom door and glanced in at Martha. “I’ll be back soon. You’ll check on him often, right?”

  Martha nodded. “Yes, I will. Now, you go.” She waved a hand at Katie Ann.

  Martha hadn’t missed a day since Jonas was born. Sometimes she stayed for hours, and she often spent the night. Katie Ann was grateful to have the older woman in her life. Being a single mother was challenging.

  As she closed the door behind her, she thought about Ivan. Despite her husband’s infidelity, she was sorry that he would never see his son. She still mourned Ivan’s untimely death, but with each passing day, her sorrow became less as her anger grew stronger. She was thankful to God for blessing her with Jonas so late in life, but even her relationship with Him had suffered. Maybe it was all the sleepless nights she’d been up with Jonas, too tired even to pray. That’s what she kept telling herself.

  She climbed into the buggy and turned on the batteryoperated heater on the seat next to her. The thermometer outside her window showed thirty-three degrees, but as was usually the case here in the San Luis Valley, the sun shone brightly, making it seem much warmer than it was. Clicking her tongue, she set the buggy in motion and breathed in the fresh country air, wondering if it would snow later. She’d read in the newspaper that morning that there might be a flurry, but no hard weather was forecast. She wondered if the Detweilers’ relatives had arrived safely. Vera was doubtless beside herself, busy with preparations for her daughter’s wedding. Katie Ann was disappointed that the weather back in Lancaster County would prevent Ivan’s side of the family from attending. She’d always been close to her in-laws, and she was sure David must be disappointed as well.

  Once again, recollections of her own wedding swirled in Katie Ann’s head, and her eyes filled with tears as she thought about the good years she’d had with Ivan. And the bad. But she never could have predicted that Ivan would leave her—for the likes of Lucy Turner—and take up residence with the Englisch woman back in Lancaster County. She still struggled to forgive her dead husband’s choices . . . and Lucy Turner.

  ELI DETWEILER THANKED the cabdriver and whistled a tune as he walked across the snow to his cousin’s house. He blocked the sun’s glare with his hand; he’d never seen a more beautiful day. His spirits were high, and he felt like he had his entire life ahead of him—even though he’d already lived at least half of it. But at forty-three he had a new sense of freedom, the kind that comes from being a new emptynester, as the Englisch called it. He’d married off the youngest of his kinner two weeks ago, and with Maureen out of the house, he was on his own. After Sarah died, he’d managed to raise six young children by himself, and he couldn’t recall a moment’s peace.

  Five of the six were girls, and he never could have predicted the challenges of raising daughters. Thankfully, he had one ally in Jake, his only son and the oldest of the bunch. He grinned as he knocked on the door, knowing he wouldn’t have changed anything about his children or his life—except for that one dreary day in November seventeen years ago, the day he lost his beloved Sarah. She’d been his one and only true love, and not a day went by that he didn’t think about her. No woman had even sparked his interest since then, despite the many attempts by family and friends to fix him up. It was the Amish way to remarry quickly following the death of a spouse, and he had to admit he could have used the help. He’d had a few random dates, but there hadn’t been anyone who could hold a candle to his Sarah.

  “Eli! It’s so gut to see you.” His cousin’s wife wrapped her arms around his neck.

  “Gut to be here, Vera,” he said as he returned her embrace. “Hard to believe it’s been over a year.”

  Vera stepped aside so he could enter, and the warmth of a glowing fire met him as he stepped into their living room. His eyes scanned the room. He saw his cousin Elam and two of their four children, Betsy and Levi. He knew Elam and Vera’s third child, Jacob, had married last fall and was living in his own home with his wife, Beth Ann. Eli regretted not being able to attend the boy’s wedding, but the weather had kept his family away last year. After he said his hellos to all of them, they all turned their attention to the stairs and watched Emily come down. A year had made quite a difference. Elam and Vera’s daughter looked . . . happy. And as her face lit up, Eli recalled everything that the girl had been through. It was a true blessing to be here for her wedding.

  “You look so schee, Emily,” he said as he hugged her.

  “Danki so much for coming, Onkel Eli.”

  Elam’s kinner had always called him uncle, even though he was really their cousin.

  “I wouldn’t have missed it, mei maedel.” He eased away and
found Vera. “Now, Vera, don’t let me be in the way. I remember with mei dochders’ weddings, it’s a busy time. So you just put me to work wherever I’m needed.”

  Vera dismissed his comment with a wave of her hand. “You must be tired from your travels, and really, I think everything is about ready. We’ve had people helping us all day. We’ll be up early in the morning to start warming food and to finish setting up the chairs. You can help then.”

  She sat down in one of the rocking chairs facing a tan couch on the opposite wall, motioning for him to sit as well. “Everyone else from Middlefield is staying at the local bed-and-breakfasts since this house isn’t nearly as big as we were used to back home. They were all here earlier helping, but you probably won’t see them all until mariyefrieh.”