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  ©; 2019 by Wanda E. Brunstetter

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  Scripture quotations are taken from the King James Version of the Bible and from the HOLY BIBLE, NEW INTERNATIONAL VERSION®. NIV®. Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 by Biblica, Inc.™ Used by permission. All rights reserved worldwide.

  All German-Dutch words are taken from the Revised Pennsylvania German Dictionary found in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to actual people, organizations, and/or events is purely coincidental.

  This book contains some Amish home remedies that have not been evaluated by the FDA. They are not intended to diagnose, treat, cure, or prevent any disease or condition. If you have a health concern or condition, consult a physician.

  For more information about Wanda E. Brunstetter, please visit the author’s website at:www.wandabrunstetter.com

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  Cover Photography: Richard Brunstetter III

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  Dedication

  To my dear friends Delbert and Mary.

  Your ministry to hurting souls is a blessing.

  He healeth the broken in heart,

  and bindeth up their wounds.

  PSALM 147:3

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Epilogue

  Prologue

  Lancaster, Pennsylvania

  Tears sprang to Lenore Lapp’s eyes as she stood with the others who had come to witness this special English wedding. Her cousin Sara walked up the aisle behind Darlene Koch, her maid of honor and a childhood friend. Sara looked radiant in her beautiful, floor-length wedding gown. Because Sara’s stepfather had died from injuries sustained in a car accident, and she didn’t know who her biological father was, she had asked her half brother, Kenny, to escort her down the aisle.

  Brad waited at the front of the church beside his best man, Ned Evans, and the pastor.

  “Who gives this woman to be wed?” the clergyman asked.

  “I do.” Kenny stepped aside as Brad took Sara’s hand.

  The minister gestured for everyone to be seated, and then he, Sara, and Brad stepped up to the altar area, where they took their places in front of a small table draped with a white linen cloth. An open Bible and three candles sat on the table. The larger one, Sara had previously told Lenore, was called a unity candle. At some point during the ceremony Sara and Brad would pick up their lighted candles and light the bigger one in unison to signify the two becoming one. It was a different custom than anything done in an Amish wedding, but a lovely gesture nonetheless.

  As Lenore took her seat next to her Amish grandparents, Grandma sniffled, then dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief. Although Lenore was Amish and Sara was not, Grandma and Grandpa Lapp loved both granddaughters equally.

  If Sara’s mother hadn’t run away from home when she was eighteen, Sara might be Amish too. Lenore shook her head. What a shame Sara’s mother passed away and couldn’t see her daughter get married today. It would have made Sara’s day even more special.

  As Brad and Sara repeated their vows, Lenore glanced across the aisle at Michelle and Ezekiel King. It was hard to believe they’d been married a year already. It was even more difficult to imagine that Michelle used to be English and had pretended to be Sara for a time. But Michelle found forgiveness when she sought God and accepted His Son as her Savior. Not long after, she made the commitment to be baptized and join the Amish church.

  So two of my dear friends are now happily married. Lenore glanced down at her simple blue Amish dress and white apron. I wonder if my chance at love will ever come.

  Chapter 1

  Six months later

  Strasburg, Pennsylvania

  Lenore sat on the top step of her grandparents’ front porch, barely noticing the summer flowers as she stared into the yard. Her gaze took in the stately old barn, weathered chicken coop, and Grandma’s lovely flower garden. She could smell the sweet perfume of the fragrant lilac bushes not far from the house and heard the hiss of a running sprinkler, helping to keep the lawn growing and green. A slight breeze ruffled the leaves on the huge maple tree, and she heard the flutter of wings as several birds jostled for space on one of the many feeders, completing the peaceful picture. Unfortunately, Grandpa and Grandma’s home and yard were not as serene as they used to be for Lenore. She still enjoyed being here, but now she saw everything through a new perspective—one that included stress that no tranquil yard could eradicate.

  Grandpa’s collie, Sadie, lay beside her with one paw on Lenore’s lap. That too used to be comforting. Now it was just a reminder that Grandma and Grandpa’s pet was in need of love and assurance.

  A lump formed in Lenore’s throat. How could so many unexpected things happen in six short months—some good, some bad? Brad had accepted a call to pastor a church in Lancaster, and Sara, in addition to running her flower shop, now played the role of a minister’s wife. Ezekiel still worked in his parents’ greenhouse, and Michelle helped out there sometimes too. Unfortunately, Michelle’s husband did not enjoy working with flowers, bushes, and various other plants. He’d made it clear he was looking for some other type of job.

  Lenore had accepted a teaching position at a school in Strasburg this year and would begin her new assignment in two months. She looked forward to getting to know her young students and hoped her first year of teaching here would go as well as it had when she’d taught school in Paradise, not far from her parents’ home.

  With a heavy sigh, Lenore turned toward the front window, where Grandpa Lapp sat slumped in his wheelchair, peering out with a distant, almost empty stare. It tore at her heart to see him looking so forlorn. Three months ago, Grandpa had a stroke, leaving the left side of his body paralyzed. Even with therapy,
he hadn’t improved much.

  Despite his inability to take care of the farm anymore, Grandpa refused to move, announcing in slurred words that he would live in this home until the day he died, and no one could make him move. Not wishing to cause him further anxiety, Lenore’s father agreed to let his parents continue living on their own, but only if Lenore agreed to move in with them and help out when she wasn’t teaching. With all the added responsibilities on Grandma’s shoulders, Lenore had willingly settled into one of Grandma and Grandpa’s upstairs guest rooms. She loved her grandparents very much and would do anything to help them during this challenging time.

  Grandpa could no longer raise hogs and it was doubtful he’d ever be healthy enough to care for them, so they’d been sold. He also couldn’t preach due to his speech impediment, so unless a miracle occurred, he would resign from his ministerial position, allowing someone else to take his place. Even if the stroke hadn’t happened, Grandpa and Grandma were getting older and less able to perform all the chores they’d previously taken on.

  It was difficult for Lenore’s grandparents to be faced with so many changes. Some decisions were hard to make.

  Sadie grunted as Lenore shifted on the unyielding porch step. Why must good people like Grandma and Grandpa Lapp face so many trials? It doesn’t seem fair.

  Lenore’s parents had been affected by Grandpa’s failing health as well. Either Dad or one of her brothers came over several times a week to check on Grandpa and take care of any of the heavier outside chores needing to be done. Mom dropped by whenever she could too, and often helped Grandma with baking. Sometimes when Lenore had to be away from the house, her mother stayed with Grandpa so Grandma could get away for a while to grocery shop, meet a friend for lunch, or simply have a little time to herself.

  “My faith has weakened of late,” Lenore murmured, reaching over to stroke Sadie’s head. “Sometimes I wonder if God even hears my prayers.”

  “Of course He does, dear one. We just need to be patient and wait for His answers.”

  Lenore jumped at the sound of her grandmother’s voice. She hadn’t heard the screen door open or shut.

  Grandma took a seat on the porch swing, and Lenore joined her.

  “I don’t understand why bad things happen to good people.” Lenore pushed her feet against the wooden boards beneath them to get the swing moving. “My heart clenches every time I see the pained look on Grandpa’s face.”

  Grandma reached over and patted Lenore’s hand. “We must learn to trust the Lord, even with things we don’t understand. As we go through troubled waters, it should strengthen, not weaken, our faith. And remember, dear one, prayer is not a business transaction. We don’t give something to get something in return.”

  Lenore sat quietly, reflecting on her grandmother’s words as the swing moved gently back and forth. Regardless of the hardships she and Grandpa are facing right now, Grandma’s faith is a lot stronger than mine these days. Maybe I need to pray harder and try to keep a more positive attitude, like I used to have. No one likes to be around a negative person, so I’ll do my best to look for things to rejoice about and remember to thank God for His blessings.

  After Grandma went back inside, Lenore headed for the barn to groom her horse, Dolly. She would be using the mare to pull the buggy when she and Grandma went to church tomorrow morning. Since it was an off-Sunday for the church district Lenore’s parents belonged to, they would come over to be with Grandpa while Grandma and Lenore attended church.

  When Lenore entered the barn, the first thing she noticed was a creamy white cat curled up on a bale of straw. Grandma had named the cat Precious. The feline was her favorite of all the barn cats and often tried to sneak into the house. Grandpa would have none of it, though, so Grandma never allowed the cat to come in.

  “You’ve got life made. You know that, don’t you—you lazy old katz.” She paused and stroked the cat’s soft fur, and Precious responded with a contented purr.

  The rustle of hay drew Lenore’s gaze up to the loft where two more cats lay close to the edge, cleaning their paws. Grandma’s favored cat wasn’t the only critter on the farm that had life made. All the animals were treated well, but Grandma liked to give Precious a little more attention than the others.

  Lenore remained in place, listening to the muffled thump of the hooves of horses moving around in their stalls. Grandpa’s horse, Bashful, snorted from the nearest stall. No doubt he missed his master’s daily treks to the barn.

  She drew a deep breath and blinked against invading tears. Poor Grandpa. He used to love spending time out here with the animals. Now he mostly sits and stares out the window. Oh, how I wish things could be different. Maybe if he had taken better care of his health, he wouldn’t have had the stroke. But her grandparents had always seemed healthy to her. They’d worked hard, eaten well, and gotten enough rest. Even so, there might have been more Grandpa could have done to prevent the stroke.

  Whenever Lenore offered to bring him out to the barn in his wheelchair, Grandpa always shook his head and mumbled, “No good. No good.” She wasn’t sure what he meant by that. Was Grandpa saying the idea of going to the barn was no good, or did he believe he was no longer any good?

  Lenore’s vision blurred as she released a lingering sigh. I wish there was something I could do to lift Grandpa’s spirits—and mine too, for that matter.

  Rising from her seat and heading toward Dolly’s stall with renewed determination, Lenore heard buzzing overhead. She looked up and saw a wasp nest attached to one of the rafters. I’d better climb into the loft and get rid of that right away. Sure don’t need anyone getting stung while they’re out here in the barn doing chores or getting one of the horses out.

  Lenore glanced around, searching for some spray to kill the wasps and douse the nest. She spotted a spray can on a shelf along one wall and went to get a ladder.

  Positioning the ladder in front of the shelf, Lenore climbed up and reached for the insecticide. In the process, she noticed several antique canning jars. A blue-green one was partially hidden, and when she pulled it away from the others, she realized it had been filled with a bunch of folded papers. Curious to see what they were about, she set the wasp spray aside, picked up the canning jar, and climbed down from the ladder.

  Taking a seat on a wooden stool, Lenore opened the jar. After removing the paper closest to the top, she unfolded it and read it out loud. “Dear Lord, I know I’m not worthy, but please answer my prayers.”

  Lenore sat silently, pondering the words. Who wrote this, and why did they hide it in an old jar out here in the barn?

  She pulled out another slip of paper and read it too. “Lord, I need Your direction. Show me the right path.” I wonder if Grandma knows about this jar full of notes. Think I’ll go ask her.

  Lenore was almost to the barn door when Michelle stepped in.

  “Ach, you startled me!” Lenore jumped back. “I didn’t hear your horse and buggy come into the yard.”

  “Sorry. Didn’t mean to frighten you.” Michelle pushed a wisp of auburn hair back under her kapp. “I walked over this morning. Figured I could use the fresh air and exercise after all that birthday cake I ate at my party last night.”

  Lenore smiled. “It was a fun evening. I’m glad Ezekiel’s mom invited me.”

  “Too bad your grandparents couldn’t be there.” Michelle’s eyes darkened. “But I can understand why your grandpa doesn’t leave the house much anymore.”

  “Did you come here to see him today?”

  Michelle nodded. “I went into the house, but he was napping, so I visited with Mary Ruth for a bit. When she mentioned you were out here, I decided to come say hello before I headed for home.”

  Lenore smiled. “I’m glad you did.”

  Michelle pointed to the jar in Lenore’s hands. “I see you found my hope jar.”

  Lenore tipped her head. “Hope jar?”

  “Yeah, some of the scriptures, prayers, and notes gave me hope during the time I wa
s living with your grandparents and pretending to be Sara.”

  “Did you put the notes in the jar?”

  Michelle shook her head. “I have no idea who wrote them or why they put notes in this jar or the one I found in the basement.”

  Lenore’s brows lifted. “You mean there are two jars?”

  “Yeah, and for all I know, there could be more, but those are the only two I found.” Michelle placed her hand on the jar. “Sara knows about the jars too. She discovered both of them while she was living here.”

  “How interesting. I wish I knew who owned the jars and why they put notes inside.”

  “I’ve always suspected it might be your grandma.”

  “Have you asked her about it?”

  “No, and to my knowledge, neither has Sara. We were afraid if it was Mary Ruth, she might not want to talk about it. Some of the notes are personal, and I have a hunch that whoever wrote them didn’t want anyone else to know. That must be why the jars were hidden.”

  “Guess that makes sense.” Lenore tapped the side of the jar. She needed to tend to the wasp nest, and when she went back to the house, she wouldn’t mention finding the old jar to Grandma. Next week on washday, she’d look for the jar in the basement. Perhaps one of the papers would give her a clue as to who had written the notes. If Lenore didn’t unravel the mystery soon, she might ask Grandma after all.

  Chapter 2

  It’s a beautiful Sunay morning, jah?” Lenore glanced at her grandmother, sitting straight and tall on the buggy seat beside her. Grandma hadn’t said more than a few words since they left home. She appeared to be deep in thought.

  Lenore reached over and touched Grandma’s arm. “Did you hear what I said?”

  “Umm … yes, it is a nice day, but going to church isn’t the same without your grossdaadi along. I wish we could have loaded up his wheelchair and brought him with us today. He’s missing so much by not going to church.” She sighed. “Others in worse shape than him are brought to church, but he’s too embarrassed by his condition to be seen in public settings. Guess he doesn’t want anyone’s pity.”