Her Amish Child. Lenora Worth
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God sent her a baby but he also sent her a man who could become her second husband. Raesha had to show grace and strength while she wrestled with being true to God’s will and holding on to her own heart. Josiah Fisher didn’t want to stay in Campton Creek but... Raesha made him stand up and take notice. Together, they have to decide what is best for the baby and for his fragile sister, Josie.
But that’s how life goes, no matter which community you live in. Things can change very quickly and either we turn to God for guidance and hope, or things turn to chaos. I hope you enjoyed this story. I have to admit, my emotions were all over the place by the time I finished it! But I did fall in love with these characters. They are now a part of Campton Creek. I hope you’ll keep reading about this fascinating community that has become a part of my heart!
Until next time, may the angels watch over you. Always!
Lenora
Whosoever shall receive one of such children in my name, receiveth me: and whosoever shall receive me, receiveth not me, but him that sent me.
—Mark 9:37
To one of my favorite readers, Patsy Thompson. Thank you, Miss Patsy, for your encouraging letters and for your continued prayers!
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The gloaming sparkled in a brilliant gold-washed shimmer that covered the sloping valley and glistened through the trees.
Raesha Bawell took a moment to stare out at the end of the day, a sweet Friday in late summer, and sighed with contentment.
It had taken her a long time to reach such contentment.
Even now, with the soft breath of fall hinting in the wind, she still missed her husband, Aaron. Her heart twitched as if it had been pierced but the piercing was now dull and swift.
She’d had to watch him die. How could a woman ever get over that kind of torment? Cancer, the doctors at the big clinic had told them. Too late for surgery or treatments.
Too late for children and laughter, for growing old together, for taking long walks on nights such as this.
Too late.
But never too late to remember joy. She sometimes felt guilty when joy came to her, but tonight she studied the trees and the big creek that moved through