AN AMISH REWARD
An Amish Romance Inspired by a Beloved Bible Story
Book 1
J.E.B. Spredemann
Jennifer Spredemann
Copyright 2019 by Jennifer Spredemann, J.E.B. Spredemann
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Table Of Contents
BOOKS by JENNIFER SPREDEMANN
BOOKS by J.E.B. SPREDEMANN
BOOKS by BRANDI GABRIEL
Unofficial Glossary of Pennsylvania Dutch Words
Characters In An Amish Reward
Dear Reader
PROLOGUE
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
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
CHAPTER THIRTY
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
EPILOGUE
Dear Reader
Thanks for reading!
Discussion Questions
A SPECIAL THANK YOU
Excerpt: An Amish Deception
BOOKS by JENNIFER SPREDEMANN
Learning to Love – Saul’s Story (Sequel to Chloe’s Revelation)
AMISH BY ACCIDENT TRILOGY
Amish by Accident
Englisch on Purpose (Prequel to Amish by Accident)
Christmas in Paradise (Sequel to Amish by Accident) (co-authored with Brandi Gabriel)
AMISH SECRETS SERIES
An Unforgivable Secret - Amish Secrets 1
A Secret Encounter - Amish Secrets 2
A Secret of the Heart - Amish Secrets 3
An Undeniable Secret - Amish Secrets 4
A Secret Sacrifice - Amish Secrets 5 (co-authored with Brandi Gabriel)
A Secret of the Soul - Amish Secrets 6
A Secret Christmas – Amish Secrets 2.5 (co-authored with Brandi Gabriel)
AMISH BIBLE ROMANCES
An Amish Blessing
An Amish Honor
An Amish Betrayal
An Amish Reward
An Amish Deception
NOVELETTES
Cindy’s Story – An Amish Fairly Tale Novelette 1
Rosabelle’s Story – An Amish Fairly Tale Novelette 2
OTHER
Love Impossible
COMING 2019 (Lord Willing)
Unlikely Santa (Nov. 1)
COMING 2020 (Lord Willing)
Amish Country Brides
BOOKS by J.E.B. SPREDEMANN
AMISH GIRLS SERIES
Joanna’s Struggle
Danika’s Journey
Chloe’s Revelation
Susanna’s Surprise
Annie’s Decision
Abigail’s Triumph
Brooke’s Quest
Leah’s Legacy
A Christmas of Mercy – Amish Girls Holiday
BOOKS by BRANDI GABRIEL
The Orphan Bride
The Cowhand’s Bride
If He Only Knew (co-authored with Michelynn Christy)
Unofficial Glossary of Pennsylvania Dutch Words
Ach–Oh
Aldi–Girlfriend
Boppli–Baby
Bruder–Brother
Dat, Daed–Dad
Denki–Thanks
Der Herr–The Lord
Dochder–Daughter
Dummkopp–Dumb Head(dummy)
Englischer–A non-Amish person
Ferhoodled–Mixed up, Crazy
Fraa–Woman, Wife
Gott–God
Grossmudder - Grandmother
Gut–Good
Ich Liebe Dich – I love you
Jah–Yes
Kinner–Children
Kinskinner–Grandchildren
Lieb (Liebchen)–Love, My Love
Maedel/Maed–Girl/Girls
Mamm–Mom
Mann – Husband
Nee–No
Ordnung–Rules of the Amish Community
Schatzi–Sweetheart
Vatter–Father
Characters In An Amish Reward
King Family
Abraham – father
Sarah – mother
Isaac – Abe and Sarah’s son, protagonist
Lehman Family
Benuel – father
Anna – mother
Laban – son
Rebekah (Becky) –daughter, protagonist
Janie – married daughter
Ruby – married daughter
Others
Aunt Lucy – Becky’s aunt, Benuel’s sister
Ezekiel – Bachelor neighbor and friend to the King family
Mervyn Swartzentruber – Becky’s employer, widower
Leroy – Bishop in the Lehman’s district in Pennsylvania
Elmer Peachy – Bishop in the Kings’ district in Kentucky
Nathan Yoder – Bishop in Indiana district
Peter Yoder – Nathan’s son
Dear Reader,
This series is loosely based on stories of actual people who are mentioned in the Bible. These books are not necessarily retellings, although you will find quite a few similarities between the books and their Bible counterparts. I am, in no way, attempting to rewrite the Bible (God has done a fine job with it and He certainly doesn’t need my help!) nor am I depicting the true Biblical characters. The characters in my books are
portrayed as Amish and there are some things contained in the actual Biblical accounts that simply cannot be included, due to Amish culture and customs. With that said, I hope that you will enjoy this series as it is, but I also hope that it will encourage you to go back and read the actual Bible stories themselves. There are so many truths contained in God’s Word that we can never even really scratch the surface of its depth. His mercy and grace are beyond measure.
Blessings,
J. Spredemann
PROLOGUE
Isaac King glanced at his father, knowing the conversation that was about to ensue. Again. He mentally braced himself.
Really, truly, he understood his father’s dilemma. Dat was afraid that if he didn’t do something about Isaac’s bachelorhood, his son would never marry. Which, Isaac admitted to himself, was probably true.
What was wrong with being single, anyway? Their friend and neighbor Ezekiel was a bachelor nearing fifty and he seemed happy enough.
His father now stared at him, scratching his head as if in dismay. “Sohn, you really need to find yourself a fraa.”
“Da-at.” He’d elongated the word like a five-year-old. No wonder his father was concerned for his singleness. He shook his head at his thoughts. “We’ve been over this before. There are no maed around my age that are still available. I’m too old.”
His father scoffed. “Twenty-five is hardly too old to marry. You’re chust a boppli.”
Jah, he’d imagine that he would seem like a boppli to his eighty-five-year-old father.
“Besides, I’m fine just the way I am. I have freedom. I don’t need a fraa around telling me what I can and can’t do.”
His father laughed. “So that’s what you think marriage is about. No wonder you do not wish to marry.”
“Tell me, Dat. Who would I marry?”
“How about Widow Stolzfus?”
“Widow Stolzfus?” His voice screeched. “She’s like forty-five! No way.”
“They say women outlive men.”
Isaac frowned, his look pointed. “No, Dat. Just…no.”
“Isaac, you’re going to need someone to help you take care of this farm and your mother and me. We are getting old and your mother’s health hasn’t been the best lately.”
“But Mamm’s okay, right? She’s not about to die or anything, is she? I hope that’s a long way off.” He didn’t even want to think of not having his mother near. He couldn’t bear to lose either of his parents. They hadn’t been able to conceive when they were younger, but Der Herr miraculously blessed them with a son in their later years.
But Mamm was eighty, and death was an inevitable part of life.
Isaac’s gut twisted at the turn his thoughts were taking. “Besides, like I said before, who would I marry?”
“You’re right, sohn. I will pray for a solution.”
“Dat, have you ever considered that Der Herr might want me to remain single?”
“No. And you are not Gott. Der Herr said it is not good that man should be alone.”
“Well, unless Gott drops her from an airplane, I don’t know where she’s going to come from.”
“Ach, the ideas you come up with.” Abraham nodded resolutely. “I will pray.”
ONE
Becky Lehman carried the pail of goat’s milk into the house. She’d been blessed that Rose was still giving milk. This would be perfect for the soap she planned on making this week.
Not only did she make enough soap for the family to use, but she also earned an income by providing her handmade soaps to local grocery stores. It seemed Englischers liked her products as much as she did.
She couldn’t wait to experiment with the new scents she’d recently ordered. Hopefully, they’d come in today’s mail.
Becky opened the back door and walked through the small mudroom and into the kitchen. She found the metal strainer and continued the task at hand. As she strained out the milk, she heard voices coming from the other room.
Apparently, her younger sister and brother-in-law had come to visit. They’d been married for almost six months now. Janie was the youngest of her parents’ four maed and one bruder, while Becky was the oldest. Janie had been the third daughter to marry, leaving one singleton. Her.
Becky sighed and tried not to become discouraged. At twenty-five, there was very little chance of her ever marrying. It seemed she’d been looked over most of her life. She’d gone on a few buggy rides, but none of them ever amounted to anything substantial as far as relationships went.
Not that she wasn’t a suitable mate, at least she didn’t think that had been the reason. She really had no idea what about her seemed to scare most boys away. She was a little bit taller than the young women in their district and perhaps slightly bigger boned. That’s how Mamm had always described her. But she’d never considered herself overweight. No, she was simply solid. Sturdy. She’d never be mistaken for one of those dainty feminine girls, that was for sure. Sometimes, she wondered if she had Nordic blood running through her veins. Her blonde hair would attest to that.
“Rebekah, will you bring in a snack when you’re done?” Mamm called from the living room.
“Sure.” She would need to put some coffee on too. She went to the pantry and removed the cinnamon rolls she and Mamm had made yesterday, along with the container of instant coffee. After filling the kettle from the hot water reservoir behind the stove, she quickly poured several cups of coffee, set them on the tray with the cinnamon rolls, and then went to join their guests.
She offered coffee to each person present—Dat, Mamm, Janie, and Ralph.
“No, thanks,” Janie declined.
“Really? You don’t want coffee?” This was certainly a first.
Her sister glanced at her husband, but Rebekah noticed the gentle blush on her cheeks. Her sister couldn’t be… Janie quickly looked away. It wasn’t their way to talk about what Becky suspected.
Rebekah studied Janie’s face. “Would you like a cinnamon roll then?”
“Jah, just half.”
“Are you sure you’re feeling okay, schweschder?”
Again, Janie shared a quick glance with Ralph. Yep, she was quite certain her suspicions were correct. Her sister must be in the familye way.
A pain struck Rebekah’s heart but she quickly dismissed it. She wouldn’t be envious. She’d simply be happy for her sister and brother-in-law.
She’d always loved the little ones. Perhaps it was due to her being the oldest of the siblings. She’d always had someone to care for in her younger years. The seeds of joy the bopplin brought had been planted in her heart at an early age, and just seemed to grow. What would it be like to be able to hold a boppli of her own? It would be a dream indeed.
Ach, she shouldn’t be entertaining such thoughts. Der Herr knew what was best for her. If He someday chose to bless her in that way, she’d be happy. But for now, she would be content as she was. No matter how the envy threatened to well up inside her heart.
~
Becky brought her journal out of her dresser drawer to pen a quick note. It was something she’d been doing since she first began attending singings, when she first thought of marriage and her future.
She’d occasionally write notes to her future husband, a man only God knew. Someday, maybe, she might allow him to read the thoughts she’d written throughout the years.
She’d already filled up several journals with her musings, telling her beloved of the events surrounding her life. Hopefully he, whoever he was, would appreciate the things she’d written for his eyes only.
Dear Future Husband,
Today my sister and brother-in-law came over. She didn’t say as much, but I’m guessing she’s expecting their first boppli.
Ach, I think of my future—of our future—and I can’t help but think of how it will be for us. Will you look at me with a look of love and admiration the way my brother-in-law looks at my sister? Will my cheeks glow bright red any time a boppli is hinted at?
Of
course, I do not know what the future holds, only Gott does. Perhaps I will never meet you. Perhaps I will never know what it’s like to hold a newborn boppli in my arms, created in love between us along with Der Herr’s blessing.
Even so, I can’t help but dream of it. Of you and me and our boppli. Maybe someday…
But if not, I will be content with what Der Herr has given me.
Your Loving Future Wife
Becky read over her words one more time before closing her journal. Would anyone ever read her private thoughts? Would Gott bring along someone special for her to love? She didn’t know.
TWO
Isaac sat atop his horse, surveying the many creatures and the land Der Herr had blessed his father with. Soon, this entire spread would belong to him. In actuality, it already did, as his father’s only son. Was he ready for the responsibility of caring for this vast property all by himself?
His father and mother wouldn’t be around forever. They seemed to be aging more quickly than he was prepared for. Ach, thinking about it now, without his father’s guidance, owning such a large spread seemed like a burden. Of course, he could always hire more help, if need be.
But tending the property alone would be, well, lonely. Perhaps he should give heed to his father’s suggestion of trying to find a fraa. Nee, he wouldn’t find one in this district. He’d have to go elsewhere. But where? He didn’t want to leave his folks, especially since Mamm’s health seemed to be declining lately. What was the solution? He didn’t know.
Gott, please help me to find answers. Help me to find a fraa, if that is Your will. Amen.
~
“Rebekah, Leroy is here to speak with you.”
Becky’s eyes widened. The bishop was there to talk to her? What on earth had he come to see her for? She mentally combed through her mind. Had she done something wrong? Was he going to disallow selling her handmade soaps to the Englisch stores? Ach, she prayed not.
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