Authors: Kathleen Fuller
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is a heartwarming story filled with real-life situations and well-developed characters. I rooted for Emma and Adam until the very last page. Fans of Amish fiction and those seeking an endearing romance will enjoy this love story. Highly recommended.”
ISEMAN, BEST-SELLING AUTHOR OF
AUGHTERS OF THE
is a charming, emotionally layered story of the value of friendship in love and discovering the truth of the heart. A true treasure of a read!”
ONG, BEST-SELLING AUTHOR OF
“A fresh and captivating voice in the Amish genre, Kathleen Fuller weaves a richly patterned story [in
A Man of His Word
] that explores not only the depths of the Amish faith but also the most intimate struggles of the heart.”
LEXANDER, BEST-SELLING AUTHOR OF
A Man of His Word
by Kathleen Fuller is a heartwarming story of how faith and commitment can overcome betrayal. Highly recommended!”
OBLE, BEST-SELLING AUTHOR OF
“Terrific! I was totally engaged in the characters and the families in this lovely story. With Gabriel as the hero, the title is certainly well chosen. His faith, along with Moriah’s, represents a steady, underlying conviction and peacefulness despite the very real struggles they face within the pages. [
A Man of His Word
] is a story . . . I didn’t want to leave.”
ANG, AUTHOR OF
“Kathleen Fuller has done it again. [
An Honest Love
is a] wonderful tale of love, friendship, and loss that kept me up late just to see how it would end.”
ONES, AUTHOR OF
The Hearts of Middlefield series
A Man of His Word
An Honest Love
A Hand to Hold
Novellas found in
An Amish Christmas
An Amish Gathering
An Amish Love
An Amish Wedding
– Available December 2011
The Mysteries of Middlefield series for young readers
A Summer Secret
The Secrets Beneath
Hide and Secret
© 2011 by Kathleen Fuller
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Treasuring Emma : a Middlefield family novel / by Kathleen Fuller.
ISBN 978-1-59554-775-0 (trade paper)
1. Amish—Fiction. 2. Middlefield (Ohio)—Fiction. I. Title.
Printed in the United States of America
11 12 13 14 15 16 RRD 6 5 4 3 2 1
To Eleanora Daly—thank you for everything.
ab im kopp
: addled in the head
: excommunicatin from the Amish church
: boy, boys
: dad, father
: thank you
: Pennsylvania Dutch, the language spoken by the Amish
: Amish card game
: wife, woman
: good morning
: good day
: good night
: prayer covering worn by women
: mom, mother
: the unwritten Amish rule of life
: the period between ages sixteen and twenty-four, loosely translated as “running around time.” For Amish young adults,
ends when they join the church.
: pretty, handsome
: strange, unnatural
“Emma, I’m so sorry.”
Emma Shetler lifted her gaze to meet Moriah Miller’s eyes. Moriah had been a good friend to her over the past year, and Emma had never noticed until now how blue her eyes were. Blue like the summer sky, and at this moment, full of compassion.
Emma tried to swallow down the thorn of grief that blocked her throat. “I appreciate you and your
coming by this afternoon.”
was a very special
.” Moriah laid a hand on Emma’s shoulder. The warmth of the gentle touch seeped through the thin fabric of Emma’s black dress.
The color of mourning. Of death.
Despite Moriah’s comfort, that’s what Emma felt inside. Dead.
She glanced around the living room. As expected, most members of the church district were here to pay their respects and show their support. Dark dresses and white
for the women, black pants and hats for the men—all of them in mourning clothes. They milled around the living room. Conversation and movement blurred into a meaningless cacophony of sound and motion.
Emma tapped her toe against the polished wood floor of the old farmhouse, her nerves strung tight as a barbed wire fence. She should have been in the kitchen, preparing and serving the traditional meal. But her sister, Clara, had taken over the cooking and banished her to the living room. This was supposed to make her feel better—stuck here, doing nothing?
She spied her grandmother Leona across the room. Clara must have chased her out of the kitchen too. Several women between the ages of fifty and seventy created a circle of support around
. Emma smiled to herself as she noticed the women’s ample hips drooping over the seats of creaking wooden folding chairs. They spoke in low tones, nodding and shaking their heads. The thin ribbons of their white prayer
swayed against the stiff white aprons covering their dresses. Emma had no doubt they were offering comforting passages of Scripture and words of encouragement to their old friend.
During the seventy-five years God had granted her, Leona Shetler had loved her family deeply. But that love came with a cost. Three years ago her son—Emma’s father, James—had passed away. Now she had to deal with the death of a daughter-in-law she loved as her own.
Emma felt the grief stab at her. First her father, then her mother. It didn’t seem fair. She wished she could muster even a small measure of the grace and peace her grandmother demonstrated. But instead she simply felt bereft, abandoned, and confused.
She turned her attention back to Moriah. “Sorry. Did you say something?”
“I asked if you needed anything else.”
. I did hear you say that.” The words clanged around in her head, empty noise. “
, I’m fine.”
“All right.” Moriah lifted an eyebrow. Her concern echoed that of her sisters, Elisabeth and Ruth, along with everyone else who had passed by Emma’s chair. The same question over and over:
How are you holding up?
How did they think she was holding up? She had nursed her mother through a painful, deadly cancer. She buried her today.
Emma fought to contain her emotions: Anger. Resentment. Guilt. The community’s heartfelt concern didn’t deserve such rudeness. But nothing anyone said could penetrate the emotional wall that was growing around her, inch by excruciating inch.
Throughout the rest of the afternoon, people paused to talk. Relived special moments they’d shared with Emma’s mother and father. Assured Emma of God’s will, His plan. Phrase after empty phrase about God’s comfort and mercy.