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Ella Yoder has moved into her dream house. In the stillness of the great house, Ella ponders her options. How is she to survive on her own? How will she ever forget Aden? What is to become of her?Two would-be suitors soon make their intentions known, but Ella is unsure of her own feelings. As she agrees to take care of Preacher Stutzman's three motherless girls, Ella's heart is touched by their love for her. Could their affection be the answer to Ella's quest? Can God speak through the love of a child?Readers of Amish fiction will fall in love themselves with Ella Yoder and hope with her that she finds the love and happiness she seeks.About this series: Readers of Amish fiction will delight in this second book in a series about young Ella Yoder as she copes with the loss of her true love. Author Jerry Eicher's sales now top more than 100,000.

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Publié par	Harvest House Publishers
Date de parution	01 mai 2011
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9780736940610
Langue	English

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E LLA S W ISH
Amish fiction by Jerry Eicher
The Adams County Trilogy
Rebecca s Promise
Rebecca s Return
Rebecca s Choice
Hannah s Heart collection
A Dream for Hannah
A Hope for Hannah
A Baby for Hannah
(J ULY 2011)
Little Valley Series
A Wedding Quilt for Ella
Ella s Wish
Ella Find s Love Again
(S EPTEMBER 2011)
E LLA S W ISH
J ERRY S. E ICHER

HARVEST HOUSE PUBLISHERS
EUGENE, OREGON
Unless otherwise indicated, all Scripture quotations are from the King James Version of the Bible.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to events or locales, is entirely coincidental.
Cover photos Chris Garborg
Cover by Garborg Design Works, Savage, Minnesota
ELLA S WISH Copyright 2011 by Jerry S. Eicher Published by Harvest House Publishers Eugene, Oregon 97402 www.harvesthousepublishers.com
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Eicher, Jerry S. Ella s wish / Jerry Eicher. p. cm. - (Little Valley series; bk. 2) ISBN 978-0-7369-2805-2 (pbk.) 1. Amish-Fiction. 2. Loss (Psychology)-Fiction. 3. Motherless families-Fiction. I. Title. PS3605.I34E45 2011 813 .6-dc22
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Contents
Amish fiction by Jerry Eicher
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One
E lla Yoder looked to the south through the living room window of her new home. Chapman Road made its way through the gently rolling hills and was lined with the Amish farms and businesses of Cattaraugus County. Thick clouds, faintly tinged with the red of the setting sun, hung on the horizon. After a moment she moved to the couch and sat beside her sister Clara.
It s been such a long day, she said, leaning back and trying to relax.
Clara nodded. And now you re in your very own house. It doesn t seem possible.
And unpacked, Ella added with a sigh, realizing she felt not just tired but older and alone.
That morning her daett had said, I hope you make it well on this wild idea of yours. Then with his eyes twinkling, he had added, You ll always be welcome back home.
And so she would be, and that was gut , was it not? It was just that tonight was one of those unexpected times when her heartache returned with a vengeance. Aden, her betrothed, was gone from her life-suddenly dead. And then, the money he had saved for their house had been used to build this, her house. Aden s brother, Daniel, had insisted that s what Aden would have wanted.
Tonight she was finally in her house. It should have been their house. Ella could still see Aden s face, with his eyes aglow with joy, in stark relief on the walls of her mind. Oh, if the memory were not the only thing left of him. What would it be like to really see his face again, to know what I had loved, and to forget that I had ever lost him?
You re sad tonight, Clara whispered, but you re in your new house, and it s a really nice one.
Yah, Ella whispered back, it is a nice big house. It s just that I m thinking of Aden and how much I wish he could be here to share it with me. I never want to leave.
Clara moved closer to Ella. It will be lonely here for you. You know I d like to come and live with you all the time. Would that help?
I would love that, Ella said, squeezing Clara in a hug, but you know that can t be. You re just out of school, and Daett needs you at the farm, especially since I m not there. He couldn t manage with two of us gone.
Clara smiled faintly. Well, at least my drawing was used to build the house-my drawing and Daniel s help.
Yah, Ella said, trying to smile, your drawing inspired this house. She looked over to the wedding quilt with Clara s drawing as the centerpiece. It was a very gut drawing.
I ve decided I m going to draw some more, Clara said. Of course, I won t draw in school since Katie still wouldn t like it, but I can do it somewhere else. I just love to make up stories and draw.
Maybe you can write true stories someday about the life of our people, Ella said, adding Just don t write about me.
No, I won t. Besides, now I wouldn t know what to write about you.
I suppose not. My life shall be a quiet one, I imagine, Ella said.
You ll find a nice man again someday, Clara offered. This house needs a man.
Ella shook her head. That s what I don t want. And, besides, there s no one out there like Aden and never will be. Determined to change the subject, Ella said, Now shall we eat some of Mamm s casserole? It s late already, and I m sure you re hungry.
Yah, Clara said, pushing herself up from the couch.
The two sisters moved to the kitchen. Ella brought out the casserole as Clara stretched to reach the plates in the upper cupboard.
I ll have those moved lower for you later. I want you to visit often.
You know I ll come anyway, Clara said, bringing the two plates to the table.
It would be good to have everything down lower, anyway. With so few dishes, they look lonely up there all by themselves. Kind of like me, I suppose.
That s why I said you need a man, Clara said, teasing, but I know what you re going to say.
I m too old, Ella said. Is that what you were expecting?
Too old? You re only twenty-two. And, no, I wasn t expecting that excuse. You have to stop making excuses, Ella.
That s awful big advice coming from a fourteen-year-old, don t you think?
Not if it s true.
Ella carried the casserole to the table, placed a large spoon beside it, and then waited for Clara to join her.
Somehow I will make it through life. First comes tonight, then tomorrow, and then day by day, I ll move through the years ahead. Whatever pain happens, it will just have to be. I ll be lonely, yes, but this house will become my refuge, mine and perhaps my brother Eli s if he follows through with his plans with that Englisha nurse .
Eli had an awful stubborn streak in him when it involved things of the heart. Maybe Eli has forgotten about Pam by now . Ella hoped so. We simply cannot lose him to the world .
Ach, Ella said, lost in her thoughts. I m so absentminded tonight. I ve got so many things on my mind.
It was a hard day, Clara said. We could both use some sleep.
We should pray, then, Ella said as she sat down and bowed her head. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Clara follow. Her father wasn t there to lead out, and she waited in the silence. Does a woman dare pray out loud without a male present? Isn t that an awful violation of tradition? A few moments of silence later, she glanced up to see that Clara had already raised her head.
The fact would just have to be accepted that prayers could not be said in the house-at least, not out-loud ones. The desire to hear them would have to remain unfulfilled. So many of the other experiences would be lost too, like seeing Aden s eyes when he first saw her on Sundays or feeling his arms around her in one of his precious hugs. Nothing could be done about it.
Life swirls heavily around me. I can feel it tonight. It is in the sound of the wind under the house s soffits and in the noise the little legs of the couch made when Eli and Monroe pushed it into place on the hardwood floor. It is in the vast emptiness of the upstairs bedrooms and the huge basement beneath. The rooms are unfilled, unlived in, and waiting. Life wants something from me, but what? It s even in Clara s eyes, lifted to me with expectation. Clara thinks I am capable, energetic, and a safe guide for her journey to adulthood. She looks to me to be an interpreter of Amish peculiarities, offering her sense when life seems senseless. Yet I am only Ella-simple Ella with a heart that beats in broken rhythms .
I loved a man with all of my heart, and Da Hah- for reasons only He understands-has taken him from me. I still believe in Da Hah for many reasons, some of which are the same incomprehensible reasons I ve grown up with, but mainly because He is God. One doesn t go around throwing taunts at the Almighty. Does my faith not demand it? Even more and on a deeper level, does my heart not demand it?
You don t like Mamm s casserole? Clara asked, puzzled. You haven t eaten anything.
Ach, of course, Ella said, grabbing her spoon. Silly me. Mamm s food is always good. My mind was somewhere else, that s all.
The casserole tasted like home. It melted in her mouth and brought back the memories of what she had just left-her mom, her room upstairs, the morning rush, the evening chores, the smell of the barn, and the joys of life on Seager Hill.
Ella saw that Clara was watching her and felt the need to say, I m going to cry yet, just like the bobli I am. Mamm s casserole has me thinking about home.
Clara laughed. If that s all that s bothering you, you ll be okay. I ve felt like that sometimes, like the time I stayed overnight at cousin Emma s house for the first time.
But I m older than you are, Ella said.
Maybe, Clara allowed, but that just means you ll get over it sooner.
Perhaps. Ella forced a smile. I m glad you re here for the first n