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Her Amish Child
Lenora Worth
New York Times Bestselling Author Lenora WorthWill a baby surprise bring them together?In this Amish Seasons romanceAmish widow Raesha Bawell longs for a baby…but she never thought she’d find one on her doorstep! Loving little Dinah is easy, yet keeping her may be harder when Raesha’s handsome neighbor Josiah Fisher realizes the baby is his niece. All Raesha wants is a family—with Dinah, and maybe Josiah, too. But can their temporary arrangement turn into forever love?
Will a baby surprise bring them together?
In this Amish Seasons romance
Amish widow Raesha Bawell longs for a baby…but she never thought she’d find one on her doorstep! Loving little Dinah is easy, yet keeping her may be harder when Raesha’s handsome neighbor, Josiah Fisher, realizes the baby is his niece. All Raesha wants is a family—with Dinah, and maybe Josiah, too. But can their temporary arrangement turn into forever love?
With over seventy books published and millions in print, LENORA WORTH writes award-winning romance and romantic suspense. Three of her books were finalists in the ACFW Carol Awards, and her Love Inspired Suspense novel Body of Evidence became a New York Times bestseller. Her novella in Mistletoe Kisses made her a USA TODAY bestselling author. Lenora goes on adventures with her retired husband, Don, and enjoys reading, baking and shopping...especially shoe shopping.
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Her Amish Child
Lenora Worth
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ISBN: 978-1-474-09476-4
HER AMISH CHILD
© 2019 Lenora H. Nazworth
Published in Great Britain 2019
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“You said the babe is not yours?”
Raesha Bawell’s pretty face paled to a porcelain white. “We found her on our porch night before last,” she said, her gray eyes stormy with emotion.
Josiah’s heart beat too fast. He took in a breath. “Found her?”
“Ja. Someone left her in a basket with a few supplies and a note.”
“Her bonnet,” he said. “Could I take a look at it?”
Raesha lifted the dainty little knit cap from the baby’s head and handed it over to Josiah. He clutched the soft, warm fabric, his eyes misting when he saw what he’d been looking for. “There,” he said. “My mamm stitched my sister’s initials in the tiny cap. DJF. Deidre Josephine Fisher. Josie loved that little hat. She took it with her when she left.”
Josie’s sudden departure from Kentucky had rattled Josiah to the core. Now he felt hopeful for the first time in the last year of searching for his sister. Josie could still be nearby.
He hated to hurt Raesha any further, but he had to believe what his eyes were telling him. “Ja, I do think this bobbeli could be my sister’s baby.”
Dear Reader (#u7b612a99-7ae3-5462-bb92-9cede9c2eed1),
What would you do if you found a baby on your porch? Widow Raesha Bawell didn’t want to let go of the baby she found and soon circumstances kept her from having to give up sweet Dinah.
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!
Contents
Cover (#u67f84311-e3e5-5c81-8c82-3bece5b9cd9a)
Back Cover Text (#u74f72687-a407-5f25-96ee-e783245f19d2)
About the Author (#u794c0f00-469a-50a7-824d-500ed8c87494)
Booklist (#u55603394-976b-5bc5-84bc-85b28ad682dd)
Title Page (#ue55f890a-0879-5eb8-9c2b-83f0ccc97592)
Copyright (#uef673a6b-142b-569d-b176-dc9f0f042e43)
Introduction (#u7a00b07a-d7f8-5a9e-8f73-89c39abbbd24)
Dear Reader (#u059d8486-316c-5563-a5f9-b750ccf12215)
Bible Verse (#ubd6ff377-c37e-516f-b4c5-ec7f32212d70)
Dedication (#u32f18fde-f8ce-5b0e-8c46-a344b0be6f9e)
Chapter One (#u10be459f-35aa-5437-a6f5-5e4612f3863d)
Chapter Two (#uaa7e20f3-5ad5-573b-9c7a-12566d9b940b)
Chapter Three (#u74cf583c-e7b4-5103-8242-d554bbef6685)
Chapter Four (#uc30043a0-9bd3-5048-9adf-01d0613bba7c)
Chapter Five (#u2c18b02b-12fe-537e-bccd-119d0e9adb8a)
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Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter One (#u7b612a99-7ae3-5462-bb92-9cede9c2eed1)
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 the heart of this community. Tonight, she thanked the Lord that she had her mother-in-law, Naomi, to guide her and keep her grounded.
Naomi had been a widow for several years so she knew the pain of losing a dear loved one. Knew it well since she’d also lost two infants at birth. Aaron had been her pride and joy.
But now, Naomi and Raesha had each other.
They worked side by side each day, but Raesha spent a lot of time in the long rectangular building around back of the main house. The Bawell Hat Shop had become more than just hats. They quilted and sewed, canned and cooked, laughed and giggled, and held frolics for their friends almost every month. They had loyal customers, both Amish and Englisch. They’d taken to making not only men’s hats, both felt and straw, and bonnets for Amish women and girls, but Easter hats and frilly scarves and caps for tourists, too.
“You don’t need to stay here with me,” Naomi always said. “You are young and full of life. You should get married again.”
“I am content,” Raesha would always reply.
