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  © 2013 by Mary Ellis, Ruth Reid, Elizabeth Wiseman Mackey

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  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

  Ellis, Mary, 1951-

  An Amish Miracle / Mary Ellis, Ruth Reid, Beth Wiseman.

  pages cm

  ISBN 978-1-4016-8870-7 (trade paper)

  1. Amish—Fiction. 2. Christian fiction. I. Reid, Ruth, 1963– II. Wiseman, Beth, 1962–III. Title.

  PS3626.E36A88 2013

  813'.6—dc23

  2013025298

  Printed in the United States of America

  13 14 15 16 17 18 RRD 6 5 4 3 2 1

  Mary: This story in dedicated to my parents who adopted me from the Berea Children’s Home (originally called the German Methodist Orphan Asylum) through Cuyahoga County Children’s Services in Ohio. Thanks for all your guidance and love . . . and thanks especially for picking me.

  Ruth: For their unconditional love and godly guidance, I dedicate Always His Provision to Paul and Kathy Droste. I love you, Dad. Kathy, you’ve been so helpful and influential in my writing. Thank you so much.

  Beth: To Danny Kaspar

  Contents

  Glossary

  Always in My Heart

  by Mary Ellis

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Always His Provision

  by Ruth Reid

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Always Beautiful

  by Beth Wiseman

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Reading Group Guide

  Amish Recipes

  Acknowledgments

  About the Authors

  Glossary

  ab im kopp: off in the head, crazy

  ach: oh

  aenti: aunt

  appeditlich: delicious

  Ausbund: Amish hymnal

  ausleger: undertaker

  bauch: stomach

  boppli, bopplin: baby, babies

  bruder: brother

  daadi, grossdaadi: grandfather

  daed: dad

  danki: thank you

  Das Loblied: Amish hymn of praise, sung in every Amish worship service

  Derr Herr: God

  dochder: daughter

  dumm: dumb

  dummkopp: dunce

  ehemann: husband

  Englisch, Englischer: non-Amish

  fater: father

  fraa: wife

  freind: friend

  freinden: friends

  fremm: strange

  froh: happy

  gegisch: silly

  gern gschehne: you’re welcome

  Gott: God

  grank: sick

  grossvader: grandfather

  guder mariye: good morning

  gut: good

  gut nacht: good night

  hatt: hard

  haus: house

  hiya: hello

  Ich liebe dich: I love you

  kaffi: coffee

  kalt: cold

  kapp: prayer cap worn by all Amish women

  kichlin: cookies

  kind, kinner: child, children

  kinskind, kinskinner: grandchild, grandchildren

  kumm: come

  lieb: love

  maed: young women, girls

  maedel: girl

  mamm: mom, mama

  mammi, grossmammi: grandmother

  mei: my

  mudder: mother

  narrisch: crazy

  nau: now

  nee: no

  net: not

  Ordnung: the written and unwritten rules of the Amish; the understood behavior by which the Amish are expected to live, passed down from generation to generation. Most Amish know the rules by heart.

  rumschpringe: running around period when a teenager turns sixteen years old

  schee: pretty

  schtupp: family room

  schul: school

  schweschder: sister

  schwester/schwestern: sister/sisters

  Sei se gut: please

  The Budget: a weekly newspaper serving Amish and Mennonite communities everywhere

  Was iss letz?: What’s wrong?

  wedder: weather
r />   welcum: welcome

  Wie bischt?: How are you?

  Wie geht’s: How do you do? or Good day!

  willkumm: welcome

  wunderbaar: wonderful

  ya: yes

  yummasetti: a classic Amish hot dish made with spaghetti, cheese, and hamburger

  Always in My Heart

  MARY ELLIS

  Chapter One

  Paradise, Pennsylvania

  Stephen Bowman switched off the generator, swiped his brow with a handkerchief, and straightened his spine. Not even nine o’clock and the July day was already sweltering.

  Since dawn he had milked, fed, and watered the animals and turned them out to pasture. The milk was now stored in the cooling room, awaiting pickup, and he was ready for breakfast.

  He headed for the house, his stomach rumbling. What might his fraa have made this morning? Buttermilk pancakes swimming in maple syrup? A mushroom omelet covered with melted cheddar? Maybe a thick slab of ham with an over-easy egg on the side?

  He entered the kitchen to find a box of cornflakes on the table, along with a banana. The pot of coffee had grown cold on the stove.

  After thirteen years, he knew his fraa well. Hope usually only served a cold breakfast when pressed for time or when—

  Stephen bolted toward the front room. “Hope?”

  His wife sat in the rocking chair with her sewing basket at her feet. Sweat beaded at her hairline. The tiny white kapp she’d been crocheting lay abandoned in her lap.

  “When did the contractions start?” He tried to keep his voice calm so as not to frighten his daughters. The three girls sat on the couch staring at their mother and holding hands.

  Hope said nothing for at least half a minute. Then she spoke through gritted teeth. “A few . . . hours ago.”

  “Why didn’t you send Josie to the milking parlor for me?” His glance flickered to his eldest dochder, who peered up at him through thick lashes.

  “Thought I had plenty of time to finish this kapp and pair of booties.” Her speech improved as the contraction loosened.

  “You know what the doctor said. Things move along faster with each new bundle of Bowman joy.” Stephen chucked his youngest child under the chin. Little Greta’s green eyes sparkled as she giggled.

  “True enough, but I still thought I had enough time. No sense dragging Jane Beachy out too soon.” Hope’s voice returned to normal, and her fingers released their grip on the chair. “She has her own family to tend.”

  “Midwives are accustomed to being called out at all hours of the day or night. At least she’s not sleeping at this hour. I’ll leave now to fetch her.”

  “May I ride with you, Daed?” asked Josie. She scrambled from her position on the couch to land on the floor near Hope’s feet. “I could help Jane carry in things.”

  “Nee.” Stephen gave her kapp ribbon a pull. “You stay and help mamm get things ready.” He felt himself blush. Discussing babies-on-the-way was not a proper topic between father and daughter. “You understand God is bringing us another boppli?” He peered at one pair of rounded eyes after another.

  “Of course I do,” she said, as though mildly insulted.

  “Ya,” replied the younger two, heads nodding. “Mamm said so. Bruder this time?” asked seven-year-old Emily.

  “We’ll soon find out.” He buzzed a kiss across his wife’s kapp. “I’m off. Put down your sewing, fraa. I believe you should start moving in the direction of our bedroom. But don’t pick up a paintbrush to give the kitchen a fresh coat.”

  Stephen smiled at the memory of a woman in their district who decided to paint a room during labor. Things happened so fast she gave birth in their bathtub, assisted solely by her eldest daughter. By the time the midwife arrived, the mother had been bathed and was resting comfortably with her new son sleeping in the crook of her arm.

  Suddenly, Hope grabbed his sleeve, her brown eyes huge. “I’ve prayed all morning for this one to be a boy.” She turned her face up to him.

  Stephen patted her hand. “We shall be grateful for another healthy child, whether boy or girl.” He gazed at his family, then strode from the room. Within minutes Stephen hitched his fastest gelding to the buggy and raced down their lane. Not much traffic crowded the country roads, no speeding cars that could panic a skittish horse. And so far, no buses with tourists leaning out of windows snapping pictures.

  He used the time to say his prayers and count his blessings. God had smiled upon the Bowman family. His wife and daughters were healthy; he’d inherited a fertile, productive farm from his father, and his large herd of Holstein cows supplied an abundance of milk. Even the new bulls had drawn decent prices from the veal producers, providing necessary cash to pay taxes, and medical bills, and to buy diesel fuel.

  At thirty-five, Stephen Bowman was content.

  But a son would be nice.

  It would be good to have help with the harder farm chores. Although Josie could already plant a straight row of corn and pick more than her weight in beans in a day, he didn’t want women riding dangerous equipment. Some chores like plowing, harrowing, and harvesting remained men’s work. Growing up, he’d witnessed firsthand his father’s challenge of having only one son. His sisters eventually married and moved to other parts of Lancaster County or to different states altogether. Stephen remained on the farm helping his daed until a heart attack took him to the gates of heaven.

  Would an early death be his destiny? Only God knew the future, and whether this coming child would be another girl. He didn’t feel comfortable praying for one over the other.

  “Still, a son would be nice, Lord.”

  He whispered the words against his better judgment and added a hasty, “But Thy will be done.”

  Turning into the Beachy yard, a red-cheeked Nathan Beachy hurried to greet him. “Come for Jane, ya?” Nathan shielded his eyes from the glare of a hot July sun.

  “We’d be obliged if Jane could lend a hand, if she’s not too busy.” Both men spoke in even tones as they marched quickly toward the house.

  “Fraa?” called Nathan. “Stephen Bowman has come.” They waited less than a minute before the experienced midwife bustled down the stairs into the kitchen.

  She carried her black satchel, a diaper bag, and a sleeping infant. “Time has come, then.” Jane issued a statement rather than asked a question. “Our kinner are dressed and fed,” she said to Nathan. “They should be fine while you’re in the fields since the oldest aren’t back to school yet.” A shy teenager peeked around her mamm. “No telling when I’ll be home.” Jane kissed his cheek, then hurried out the door with Stephen at her heels. Flanked by his brood, Nathan remained on the porch, waving.

  “Might be home sooner than you think,” murmured Stephen once they’d climbed into his buggy. With another man within earshot, it would have been embarrassing, but he didn’t mind discussing the delicate topic with a professional midwife.

  Jane pivoted toward him. “Why? How far along is she?”

  Stephen shook the reins and released the brake. “Can’t say in terms of minutes between pains, but from what I could gather, I should have fetched you at first light, if not sooner.”

  The midwife picked up the seldom-used crop and slapped it lightly on the horse’s broad back. “Git up, there,” she commanded. “Save the meandering for the trip back. We’ve got a boppli on the way!”

  Stephen Bowman felt his excitement ratchet up a notch to match her enthusiasm. Another one of God’s miracles was about to take place, right in his own family.

  Hope experienced a moment of panic when the door closed behind Stephen. She was alone with three little ones with a fourth about to make a grand entrance.

  I will never leave you or forsake you.

  God’s promise gave her strength as she struggled to her feet and dropped her crocheting into the basket.

  “Come, Josie, we must prepare. Emily, Greta, I want you to stay in your room. You may play or read, but do not come downstairs until Josie call
s you.” Hope touched each of their cheeks tenderly. “Mamm will be fine.”

  Emily hugged her around the waist, then took Greta’s hand and scampered up the steps. Greta glanced back at Hope but left obediently with her sister.

  “What should I do?” asked Josie. Her dark eyes glowed with the eagerness of new responsibility. At twelve, the girl was ready for all but the most delicate portion of childbirth.

  “Fill both kettles and the soup pot with water. Then bring them to a low boil. Jane will need plenty of warm water to bathe the boppli and me.” She walked gingerly toward their ground-floor bedroom, her belly feeling impossibly heavy. “First, help me put the rubber sheet on the bed and set out the towels. And we’ll need blankets to keep the baby warm. Jane will bring whatever else is needed.”

  By the time the next contraction stole her breath, the birthing room was ready. Josie went to prepare the kitchen while Hope climbed into bed, covering herself with their oldest sheet. “Won’t be long now, Lord,” she whispered.

  Hope squeezed her eyes shut and concentrated on not screaming as a contraction hit. Just when she was about to call Josie to help, Jane Beachy bustled into the room, her sleeves rolled up and her hands still wet from scrubbing. A grin stretched across her face.

  “Did you figure to pull this off alone to save yourself my fee?” Jane said. “Nothing doing, Hope Bowman. Nathan and I plan to use that money to visit Paris, France, in the springtime.” She pulled long gloves up to her elbows.

  The joke distracted Hope from counting breaths. “Please don’t make me laugh until this is said and done.” Josie retreated from the room, and Hope positioned herself for examination.

  “From the looks of things, you won’t have to wait long to appreciate my sense of humor.” Jane rushed to prepare for the final stage. “You cut this one a bit close to the wire. Did you think that I charged by the hour?”

  Her quip almost sent Hope over the edge. She had to wait several minutes to retort. “Remind me to come to the birth of your next baby. Between now and then I will save up a bag of jokes.”

  And so, together the two longtime friends brought a life into the world. The newest little girl to the Lancaster Amish community.

  Hope swallowed down an initial pang of disappointment when Jane announced, “Looks like we have a fourth daughter for the Bowman family. All ten fingers and toes with plenty of hair—she looks perfect to me.” A loud wail signaled a strong pair of lungs as well. “I’ll get her cleaned up and warm and be back in a jiffy.”