by Irene Brand
CRITICAL PRAISE FOR IRENE BRAND:
“Irene Brand pens a heartwarming romance with a strong message.”
—Romantic Times
“Irene Brand’s The Christmas Children is a delightful and heartwarming reminder of the meaning of Christmas.”
—Romantic Times
“The Christmas Children is one very special story for the holiday season. Alive with the spirit of Christmas and its true meaning, this book is a charming gift of love and devotion that conquers even the hardest of hearts. For a special edition to your holiday keeper shelf, I highly recommend The Christmas Children for your holiday shopping list.”
—Romance Reviews Today
CRITICAL PRAISE FOR DANA CORBIT’S AN HONEST LIFE
“An enjoyable read….”
—Romantic Times
“An Honest Life is a truly charming and heartwarming romance…. I look forward to reading more of Ms. Corbit’s work and hope to once again visit the church community of Hickory Ridge!”
—The Romance Reader’s Connection
“With a delicate touch, Dana Corbit weaves Scripture, spiritual teachings and romance into an entrancing tale. If you are looking for something inspirational to read over the holidays, don’t miss An Honest Life.”
—Romance Reviews Today
IRENE BRAND
has had a lifelong interest in writing; she says that she started her first novel when she was eleven years old and hasn’t finished it yet. However, since 1984, she’s published thirty-two contemporary and historical novels and three nonfiction titles. She started writing professionally in 1977 after she completed her master’s degree in history at Marshall University. Irene taught in secondary public schools for twenty-three years, but retired in 1989 to devote herself to writing.
Consistent involvement in the activities of her local church has been a source of inspiration for Irene’s work. Traveling with her husband, Rod, to all fifty states and to thirty-two foreign countries has also inspired her writing. Irene is grateful to the many readers who have written to say that her inspiring stories and compelling portrayals of characters with strong faith have made a positive impression on their lives. You can write to her at P.O. Box 2770, Southside, WV 25187 or visit her Web site at http://www.irenebrand.com.
DANA CORBIT
has been fascinated with words since third grade, when she began stringing together stanzas of rhyme. That interest, and an inherent nosiness, led her to a career as a newspaper reporter and editor. After earning state and national recognition in journalism, she traded her career for stay-at-home motherhood.
But the need for creative expression followed her home, and later through the move from Indiana to Milford, Michigan. Outside the office, Dana discovered the joy of writing fiction. In stolen hours, during naps and between carpooling and church activities, she escapes into her private world, telling stories from her heart. Dana makes her home in Michigan, with her husband, three young daughters and two cats.
A FAMILY FOR CHRISTMAS
IRENE BRAND AND DANA CORBIT
Dear Reader,
My friend Dana Corbit and I wish you and your family a Merry Christmas, filled with all of the blessings God made available through the birth of His Son. Dana and I have enjoyed working together on A Family for Christmas. As you read our novellas, we pray that you will again feel the awe and joy of the coming of the Christ Child.
In my novella, “The Gift of Family,” I’ve brought together two people who love each other, but whose family backgrounds differ so much that it seems impossible for them to find happiness together. Evan Kessler is the product of generations of close family love and Christian witness. Wendy Kenworth is the only child of a broken marriage. Evan offers Wendy the gift of his family, but it’s a gift that Wendy believes she will never be worthy to accept. On to Dana….
Through my story, “Child in a Manger,” I’ve tried to show how God uses everyday miracles—this time the arrival of a very special Christmas gift—to bring hope and healing to His children. Allison Hensley has forgotten how to dream, having spent a lifetime caring for others’ needs. For Brock Chandler, dreams are a luxury he can’t afford. But the arrival of a little “Joy” encourages them to see the possibilities God has for them—including the possibility that they might build a life together.
We hope you enjoy “Child in a Manger” and Irene Brand’s “The Gift of Family,” and that you create wonderful memories with your own family as we celebrate the season of our Savior’s birth.
CONTENTS
THE GIFT OF FAMILY
Irene Brand
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
CHILD IN A MANGER
Dana Corbit
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
THE GIFT OF FAMILY
Irene Brand
To the staff of Bossard Memorial Library,
Gallipolis, Ohio, for the efficient research
help they’ve given me. And to my friends,
Torres and Maxine Williamson, who shared
their knowledge of the dairy industry with me.
God sets the lonely in families.
—Psalms 68:6
Chapter One
Blue eyes alight with happiness and warmth, Wendy Kenworth eagerly approached the bench where her boyfriend, Evan Kessler, sat. He laid his textbook aside, rising to his feet as his mouth curved into a soft smile of approval. Florida’s noontime sun illuminated Wendy’s raven-dark hair, sparking a series of iridescent rays. Her head resembled a rainbow appearing suddenly from behind a dark cloud.
An involuntary gasp escaped Evan’s lips, and he strode to meet her with a joyful heart. Finally he knew the answer to a question he’d been struggling with since he’d met Wendy three months ago. He loved her, and if the eager, trusting look in her wide azure-blue eyes was any indication, she loved him, too.
Wendy ran into his outstretched arms, and he hugged her tightly. She buried her head against Evan’s brawny chest, and he whispered into her fragrant hair, “I love you, Wendy. I want to marry you.”
Wendy’s heart raced as if she’d just finished a marathon. Her feet seemed to be planted on a cloud. Evan wanted to marry her! Having lived in a dysfunctional family most of her life, Wendy couldn’t believe that happiness beckoned at last.
Evan held her at arm’s length and thought he’d never seen a prettier sight. Wendy’s full-lipped mouth curved in a lovely smile. Luminous eyes, enhanced by thick black lashes under delicately arched brows, were the focal point of her oval face. He kissed her dainty nose.
“Will you be my wife?”
“Of course, Evan. This is so sudden.” She laughed as she used the timeworn cliché. “You don’t mean right away?”
“No, probably not until I’ve finished the research and written my doctorate thesis. But in the meantime, we can pay a visit to the jewelry store to check out engagement rings. You can visit me in Ohio during our Christmas break, meet my folks and we can announce our engagement to the assembled Kessler clan.”
With his arm around Wendy’s waist, Evan steered her toward his truck in one of the parking lots of the University of Florida. The surprise was ove
r now, and at his words, Wendy’s joy dwindled quickly.
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Wendy said slowly. “Maybe we’d better wait until I tell my mother about us.”
As their relationship had blossomed, Evan had been surprised that Wendy was reluctant to let him meet her mother. He’d told his family about Wendy as soon as they’d started dating. He’d felt, right from the start, that Wendy was special.
“Let’s look at rings, anyway, so I’ll know what you like.”
Evan opened the door of his pickup truck and boosted Wendy into the passenger seat. He started the engine and turned on the air conditioner, still amazed at the difference in weather between Florida and his native state, Ohio. Imagine using an air conditioner in November!
Before he fastened his seat belt, Evan leaned toward Wendy and pressed a soft kiss on her lips. As she responded shyly, a quick—and disturbing—thought pierced Evan’s happiness. He pulled away from Wendy and put the truck in motion.
Evan had suddenly remembered why he’d hesitated to tell Wendy that he loved her. Christianity was the focal point of the Kessler family, but Wendy and her mother never attended church. He wanted a wife who shared his spiritual beliefs. Was he happy or sorry that Wendy’s radiant appearance this morning had shocked the words right out of his mouth? With an inward sigh, he realized that he was committed now. Only time would tell if he’d made a mistake.
His abrupt mood swing disturbed Wendy. Evan was always so sure of himself. Now he seemed confused and uncertain.
“What’s wrong, Evan?”
“We’re going to choose an engagement ring. That’s a pretty big step, and naturally, I’m a little shaken.”
His teasing, casual tone didn’t reassure Wendy. She glanced at Evan’s profile, surprised to see a muscle twitching in his right jaw, as if he were upset about something.
“It could be too big a step for us to take without thinking about it,” she said reluctantly. “Perhaps you should come home with me this weekend to meet my mother before we make a decision.”
“I’ve already decided. I love you. I want to marry you,” he said positively, trying to reassure himself as well as Wendy. “But I would like to meet your mother.”
He turned into the parking lot of the mall where the jewelry store was located. “We may have problems to overcome,” he said, “but all engaged couples face those.”
“Especially the Kenworths,” she said bitterly. Evan looked at her sharply. Should he have learned more about Wendy’s family before giving her his heart?
In the jewelry store, the salesperson seated Wendy and Evan in front of a large display case of diamonds. Wendy’s hands grew moist, and she clasped them together.
When the woman went to the vault to bring out additional trays of diamond rings, Wendy whispered, “Evan, we haven’t been engaged an hour. Don’t you think it’s too soon to buy a ring?”
He lifted her hand and kissed her fingers. “We don’t have to buy anything today.”
The next half hour passed in a daze for Wendy. The saleswoman persuaded her to slip numerous rings on her finger. Her sales pitch about the quality and size of the diamonds confused Wendy. She spoke of various diamond cuts and the shapes of diamonds—round, marquise, oval, pear, princess—on and on, until Wendy’s mind whirled and dipped like a carnival ride.
She barely stifled a gasp when she saw the prices of the rings. The only jewelry Wendy owned was the department store variety. She had no idea that an engagement ring could cost thousands of dollars. And the ring she liked best was a “past, present, future” ring with a large diamond in the center and two smaller stones on each side. The ring cost over four thousand dollars, and she wouldn’t choose anything that expensive.
Evan watched her closely, probably trying to judge by her expression the rings she favored. When he pressed Wendy to tell him which of the rings she liked, she kept shaking her head. The prices of the rings had overwhelmed her. She and her mother had to struggle to make ends meet on a moderate income. How could Evan, who didn’t even have a job, afford any of these rings?
When the clerk excused herself to answer the phone, Wendy whispered, “Evan, I can’t make a choice until I know how much you can afford to spend on a ring.”
“So far, she hasn’t shown us anything I can’t afford. My family isn’t rich, but we have some money. I keep all the computer data for our farm operation, and I get paid for that. If you find a ring that you like, we’ll put it on layaway until we have time to talk to our parents.”
Evan was trying to soothe Wendy’s fears, but he had a few of his own. What if his parents were troubled over his choice of a bride? He didn’t want to do anything to worry them, but he couldn’t take back his proposal. Wendy was a sensitive woman, and he wouldn’t hurt her by admitting that he’d been hasty in asking her to marry him. Wendy didn’t talk much about her family, but he’d learned enough to know that her childhood had been unhappy. One thing he looked forward to, as Wendy’s husband, was giving her the opportunity to share the warmth and love of a Christian family.
When Evan’s cell phone rang, he said, “I’ll go out in the corridor to talk. Go ahead and look over the selection.”
He stepped outside the store and touched the talk key on his phone.
“Oh, hi, Mom,” he said when he recognized the caller as his mother, Hilda.
Without any preliminaries, Hilda said, “Son, I have bad news. Your father is sick.”
“Daddy’s sick? You’ve gotta be kidding. He hasn’t even had a cold in years.”
He could sense his mother nodding her head in agreement. “That’s true, but Karl is sick now. We brought him to Holzer Hospital this morning. He’s had a stroke, and the prognosis isn’t good.”
Fearful images formed in Evan’s mind, and he almost dropped the phone. He leaned against a wall to support his trembling knees. “He isn’t going to die, is he?” he whispered.
“Lord willing, he won’t, but the doctors haven’t ruled that out yet,” Hilda said grimly.
“I’ll come home right away,” Evan said.
“Have you finished everything for this semester?”
“Not completely, but I can probably continue the work online.” If he had to make a choice between joining his family in a crisis or finishing the work for his Ph.D., his family would always come first. “I’m coming home.”
“We want you to be here. But, Evan…” Hilda hesitated for several seconds. “Your father’s left side is paralyzed. Even if he lives, it will be weeks, maybe even months, before he’s able to resume working. You’ll have some difficult decisions to make.”
“Yes, I know. I’ll leave right away.”
“Drive carefully. Bye.”
Evan sank down on the nearest bench, his head in his hands. He couldn’t comprehend his mother’s message. Karl Kessler was in the prime of life—only fifty-two years old. Evan couldn’t envision his brawny, strong father dying or, even worse, being an invalid for the rest of his life.
When Evan didn’t return to the jewelry store, Wendy thanked the saleswoman for her help. “We’ll make a decision later,” she said.
She stepped out of the store and looked around, startled to see Evan’s dejected figure on the bench. His chin had lowered to his chest, and his fingers threaded his heavy blond hair.
Rushing to Evan, Wendy sat beside him and took his hand. “What’s wrong?”
He lifted his tear-streaked face. The golden freckles across his cheeks and nose stood out in sharp contrast to the pallor of his skin.
“My father’s in the hospital. I have to leave for Ohio right away.”
“I’m so sorry, Evan. What happened?”
He briefly related the conversation he’d had with his mother. “I can’t believe this happened to Daddy. He’s always been so strong.”
Evan’s words aroused old fears and insecurities that Wendy hadn’t experienced since she’d met Evan. Panic, strong as a snow blast, froze her heart. Evan had been the best
thing that had ever happened to her. When he’d asked her to marry him, she’d felt secure, believing that his love would enfold her forever. Why was she so fearful? Was it because she couldn’t understand why Evan would shove his plans for the future on the back burner to rush home because his father was in the hospital?
Panic-stricken, she wondered if Evan ever had to choose between his family and her, would she be in second place? Wendy could hardly bear the pain of it all. For a couple of hours, she’d had a glimpse of paradise. Now in light of Karl Kessler’s illness, paradise was only a dim shadow.
Ashamed of putting her own wishes ahead of Evan’s sorrow, she said tenderly, “I’m so sorry, Evan. What can I do to help?”
He started to say, “Pray for me,” but he doubted that Wendy ever prayed. “You can go with me to my apartment and help pack. I’ll take everything with me, since I don’t know how long I’ll be gone.”
Although annoyed because she was thinking about herself when Evan was so upset, his words startled Wendy like the passage of a fire truck in the middle of the night. But Evan needed her compassion now, so she lifted his hand and kissed each finger.
“Sure, I’ll help you pack. And don’t worry. Your dad will probably be better by the time you get home.”
“Did you choose a ring you like?” Evan asked, trying to change the subject.
“Not really. Let’s forget about the ring until you come back,” she said, refusing to believe he wouldn’t return to Florida.
Wendy walked quietly beside Evan to his truck, still wondering why his father’s illness had shattered him. Evan was such an even-tempered man; hardly anything ever frustrated him. But in his concern for his father’s health, she sensed his total devotion to his family.
