Longing (The Courtship of Nellie Fisher Book #3)

Beverly Lewis

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Although she still prays for Caleb, Nellie Mae Fisher has broken up with her beau. Now, her heart's greatest longing is for more knowledge of the Lord.Caleb yearns for freedom, as his plans to leave Honeybrook have been thwarted. He must stay on as caretaker for his father, who was crippled in a wintertime accident. He also longs for Nellie Mae, still hoping that she will return to the Old Order...and to him.Christian Yoder, a young Mennonite man, longs to get to know Nellie Mae better...and to share with her the secrets of her sister Suzy's final days.Rhoda, Nellie's older sister, longs for more of what the world has to offer--from fancy clothes, to her own car, to a new English boyfriend.Meanwhile, father Rueben Fisher longs for unity--among his family and all the brethren.Whose longing will be satisfied, and whose will not?

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• Publié par: Baker Publishing Group
• Date de parution: 01 octobre 2008
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781441202307
• Langue: English

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The Longing
BEVERLY LEWIS

The Longing
The Longing Copyright 2008 Beverly M. Lewis
Cover design by Koechel Peterson Associates, Inc., Minneapolis, Minnesota
Scripture quotations are from the King James Version of the Bible.
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Published by Bethany House Publishers 11400 Hampshire Avenue South Bloomington, Minnesota 55438
Bethany House Publishers is a division of Baker Publishing Group, Grand Rapids, Michigan.
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Lewis, Beverly. The longing / Beverly Lewis. p. cm. - (The courtship of Nellie Fisher ; 3) ISBN 978-0-7642-0584-2 (hardcover: alk. paper) - ISBN 978-0-7642-0312-1 (pbk.) - ISBN 978-0-7642-0585-9 (large print pbk.) 1. Amish-Fiction. 2. Amish women-Fiction. 3. Lancaster County (Pa.)-Fiction. 4. Domestic fiction. I. Title.
PS3562.E9383L66 2008
813 .54-dc22
2008027994
D EDICATION:
To sweet Aunt Dottie, and in fond memory of her dear husband, my uncle Omar R. Buchwalter. 1918-2007
By Beverly Lewis
A BRAM S D AUGHTERS
The Covenant The Betrayal
The Sacrifice The Prodigal
The Revelation

T HE H ERITAGE OF L ANCASTER C OUNTY
The Shunning The Confession The Reckoning

A NNIE S P EOPLE
The Preacher s Daughter The Englisher The Brethren

T HE C OURTSHIP OF N ELLIE F ISHER
The Parting The Forbidden The Longing

The Postcard The Crossroad

The Redemption of Sarah Cain
October Song Sanctuary * The Sunroom

The Beverly Lewis Amish Heritage Cookbook

www.beverlylewis.com
* with David Lewis
BEVERLY LEWIS, born in the heart of Pennsylvania Dutch country, fondly recalls her growing-up years. A keen interest in her mother s Plain family heritage has inspired Beverly to set many of her popular stories in Amish country, beginning with her inaugural novel, The Shunning .
A former schoolteacher and accomplished pianist, Beverly has written over eighty books for adults and children. Her novels regularly appear on The New York Times and USA Today bestseller lists, and The Brethren won a 2007 Christy Award.
Beverly and her husband, David, make their home in Colorado, where they enjoy hiking, biking, reading, writing, making music, and spending time with their three grandchildren.
C ONTENTS
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E PILOGUE
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Spring 1967
Like the steady thaw of snow and ice on field and paddock, undoing winter, my sadness has begun to melt away. Six weeks have come and gone since Caleb and I said our last good-byes, and it s nearly time to plant peas and carrots, once the soil is soft enough to take a footprint and be tilled. Time to press on in other ways, too, as I look ahead to joining the New Order church this fall.
Honestly, a great yearning has entered my heart, lingering there in the deepest part of me . . . warming me as I learn to live under the mercy of amazing grace. There are moments, though, when I think of the love Caleb Yoder and I once had and what is now lost to us. At such times, I simply knead the bread dough harder, trying not to fret. With God s help and my family and friends, I ll move forward.
There s no denying it has been a long winter here in Honey Brook, with far too much heartache all round. Ach, but I feel as if I m holding my breath sometimes, waiting for the change of season to bring new life.
As for heartache, my dearest friend, Rosanna King, seems to be doing all right after relinquishing her twin babies, Eli and Rosie, to their birth parents. She s as kind and cheerful as always, but there is unmistakable pain in her eyes, especially when she works on the little cradle quilts she gives away to local midwives. Truly, she longs for her own baby to care for and love. God has certainly allowed some awful hard things in this life, and even with my newfound faith, Rosanna s loss is beyond my understanding.
Not only does Rosanna s plight puzzle me, but my oldest sister s desire for fancy things does, too. Rhoda s made a beeline to the modern world and has herself an English beau, who treats her to fine restaurants and drives her around the countryside in his sporty car. And sometimes in her car, according to the grapevine.
Not even Mrs. Kraybill, Rhoda s part-time employer, will shed any light on the rumors when she stops in at the bakery shop. I admit to worrying that Rhoda will get herself hitched up with this Englischer and bring new sorrow to Mamma s heart . . . and Dat s, too.
For now, at least, Rhoda s still staying with our brother James and wife, Martha, new members of the well-established Beachy Amish church, not far away. As such, they re enjoying a good many modern pleasures. To think that Rhoda and Martha are learning to drive!
And they aren t the only ones. More than a third of the People who originally left the old church have already followed a similar path. My oldest brothers, twins Thomas and Jeremiah, have both purchased cars, unable to agree on the same make and color so they could share one between them. They managed to scrape up the money for a down payment on a tractor, too, which they ll both use.
No telling where all this buying and whatnot will take folk. Truth be told, such a mighty strong pull the world has on us all.
Frankly, I don t boast when I say I have no interest in the fancy life. Thus far, there s little temptation in that direction. How can I miss what I ve never had? I do miss Rhoda, though, and long to win her to the Lord one day.
Nan has become my closest and dearest sister now, and I ve shared with her the whole prickly story of my courtship with Caleb. She quietly says, Soon your pain will lift, Nellie Mae. Since she has suffered her own recent heartbreak, I suppose she should know.
I do still wonder if Caleb ever thinks of me. Does he wish things had turned out differently?
I, for one, won t let his determination to adhere to the Old Ways stop me from praying that his eyes might be opened. Often my prayers are mixed with tears, but I refuse to put my hand to the plow and then turn back. I believe I m called to this new way of living, and nothing will change my mind.
Preacher Manny said last Sunday, in order to be a true follower of Christ, you must allow God to mold you-to remake you-hard as that may be at times. So I read the Scriptures and contemplate the fork in my road, wondering what sort of young woman I m becoming since I knelt in the sawdust of Dat s woodworking shop nearly two months ago. I know one thing: I m free from the bondage of the past . . . and the expectations of Caleb s father. I live to honor God, not my uncle Bishop Joseph and more rules than I can possibly remember. And I don t believe it s wrong to talk to the Lord in prayer, like I would to a close friend.
Hopefully the passage of time and the still, small voice of God s Spirit will soften Caleb s heart, too. I d like to think I pray that not for my sake, but for his alone.
It s strange, really. Even though I carry a lingering tenderness for Caleb, sometimes I have to look down to see if my feet are touching the ground. I feel so light and free and ever so clean that it wonders me how a person can be filled with both joy and a sense of sadness at the same time.
Uncle Bishop, who still oversees our New Order group, and Preacher Manny Fisher, my father s cousin, have decided it s time to add a deacon and a second preacher to help with our growing house church. So the divine lot will be cast twice in a few weeks. Some have already gone to prayer and fasting . . . to be in one accord. I wish I were already a voting member. Not that I have anyone in mind for either office, but it would be wonderful-good to feel more a part of the new fellowship of believers.
These days the Bann is back in force and the months of easily switching churches are over. Those who remained in the old church are settled and a bit self-satisfied, too-or at least Dat has hinted as much. It s sad to think they are so closed-up to the notion of salvation through grace, but Mamma says we might be surprised at what s happening deep in their hearts, just as we were surprised about Suzy.
I do ponder such things when I look at her picture, given to me by Christian Yoder, her Mennonite beau s older brother. I gaze at the forbidden image more often than I should, probably, wondering what my parents might say if they knew. I am thankful, indeed, for Suzy s life, short as it was, and for the words of faith and love penned in her diary. Words that have helped to guide me.
All in all, there is peace in knowing that my future-and my salvation-doesn t depend on me. It never did. I ll continue to pray for Caleb and trust I m not being selfish in that. Meanwhile, I know I can cling to my new faith and to my precious family, come what may.


Speak to Him thou for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet- Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.
-T ENNYSON
C HAPTER 1
The debris of winter lay in a messy mat over the ground as the earth beneath groaned to life. Caked mud and the mire of old leaves, dried-up twigs, and downed branches, all tangled together in the chaos left over from the coldest season in recent memory.
Indoors, where embers in the woodstove warmed the kitchen, Nellie Mae sc