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  PRAISE FOR THE NOVELS OF NAOMI KING

  Rosemary Opens Her Heart

  “Frustration and sorrow make King’s characters three-dimensional and believable. Readers of Janette Oke and Beverly Lewis will enjoy the latest in King’s Amish series.”

  —Library Journal

  “The very talented Naomi King instantly pulls you into the lives and loves in this small Amish community. . . . King has an amazing talent for developing realistic characters that have to grapple with life issues and through faith find workable solutions for themselves and others.”

  —Fresh Fiction

  Abby Finds Her Calling

  “What distinguishes this from many other Amish romances is how it shows that forbearance and forgiveness take a good deal of work, and the Amish, like everybody else, gossip, bicker, and sometimes have less than ideal family lives. . . . King has created enough open-ended characters to entice the reader back to Cedar Creek for more.”

  —Publishers Weekly

  “A new contemporary series, Home at Cedar Creek, from a talented author who writes from her heart. The story line’s been around for decades, but King freshens it up and brings new life to it.”

  —RT Book Reviews

  “Abby Finds Her Calling is a heartwarming story, beautifully told, of forgiveness, redemption, and the healing power of love in its many forms: love between individuals, family love, love within a community, and God’s love. This story touched my heart.”

  —JoAnn Grote, author of “Image of Love” from A Prairie Christmas Collection

  “Naomi King writes with a heartwarming honesty that will stay with the reader long after the last page.”

  —Emma Miller, author of Redeeming Grace

  “A fresh new voice enters the world of Amish fiction with Naomi King’s Abby Finds Her Calling. King’s lyrical style shines in a tender tale of how love and forgiveness heal broken hearts and restore a family and a community. With its Missouri setting, King offers us a knowing look into a different Amish settlement. Readers will look forward to more Cedar Creek stories.”

  —Marta Perry, author of the Pleasant Valley series

  OTHER BOOKS BY NAOMI KING

  Abby Finds Her Calling: Home at Cedar Creek, Book One

  Rosemary Opens Her Heart: Home at Cedar Creek, Book Two

  Amanda

  Weds a Good Man

  ONE BIG HAPPY FAMILY BOOK ONE

  NAOMI KING

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  LIBRARY OF CONGRESS CATALOGING-IN-PUBLICATION DATA:

  King, Naomi, 1953–

  Amanda weds a good man/Naomi King.

  p. cm.—(One big happy family ; book 1)

  ISBN 978-1-101-60841-8

  1. Stepfamilies—Fiction. 2. Amish—Fiction.

  3. Religious fiction. 4. Domestic fiction. I. Title.

  PS3613.A277A85 2013

  813'.6—dc23 2013019804

  PUBLISHER’S NOTE

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Contents

  Praise

  Also by NAOMI KING

  Title page

  Copyright page

  Dedication

  Acknowledgments

  Bible verses

  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

  Excerpt from Emma Blooms at Last One Big Happy Family

  About the Author

  In memory of my father, Addison Parry, a good man to his family and a good and faithful servant to his Lord.

  And to Neal, the good man I wed more than thirty-eight years ago.

  Acknowledgments

  Again the thanks and praise go first to You, Lord. You continue to inspire me as I write and accomplish more than I ever dreamed possible.

  Continued thanks and appreciation to my meticulous editor, Ellen Edwards, for your vision—and for sharing ideas to set me apart in the Amish romance genre. Many thanks as well to William Bauer for your enthusiasm and the concept behind this new subseries.

  And to Evan Marshall—what would I do without your continued support, expertise, and guidance? Thank you all for believing in my work and its potential reach.

  My continuous gratitude goes to Jim Smith of Step Back in Time Tours in Jamesport, Missouri—the largest Old Order Amish settlement west of the Mississippi River. Your research assistance is invaluable, and I treasure your friendship, too!

  Behold, I will do a new thing, now it shall spring forth; shall ye not know it? I will even make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.

  —Isaiah, 43:19

  Have I not commanded thee? Be strong and of a good courage, be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the Lord thy God is with thee whithersoever thou goest.

  —Joshua, 1:9

  Weeping may endure for a night but joy cometh in the morning.

  —Psalm, 30:5

  Courage is fear that has said its prayers.

  —Amish Proverb

  Chapter One

  Amanda Lambright paused outside the Cedar Creek Mercantile, clutching her basket of pottery samples, and prayed that Sam would carry her handmade items in his store. She had also come to share some exciting news: she stood on the threshold of a brand-new life in a brand-new family, and the prospect thrilled her. But it frightened her, too.

  When Amanda stepped inside, the bell tinkled above the door. As her eyes adjusted to the soft dimness of the store, she saw her teenage daughter, Lizzie, and the four-year-old twins making
a beeline to the craft department while her mother-in-law, Jemima, ambled behind her cart in the grocery aisle. Several shoppers, English and Amish alike, lingered over their choices of cheese, locally grown apples, and other household and hardware necessities, but she was in luck: the bearded, bespectacled man at the checkout counter didn’t have any customers right now. She approached him with a smile.

  “And how are you on this fine September day, Sam?”

  When Sam Lambright looked up from the order form he was filling out, his face lit up. “Amanda! How gut to see you. Things are going well at your farm, I hope?”

  Amanda gripped the handle of her basket. Should she break her big news first? Or make her request? “The work never ends, that’s for sure. The last hay’s ready to cut, the garden’s gone to weeds, and Jerome’s training several new mules.” Jerome was her nephew by marriage, the boy she and her late husband, Atlee, had raised after his parents died in a fire.

  “Your girls are growing up, too. I had to look twice to realize it was Lizzie, Cora, and Dora waving at me.”

  “They change by the day, it seems. And, well . . . I’m making a few changes myself.”

  Sam gazed at her in that patient, expectant way he had. He was Atlee’s cousin, and his expression, his manner, reminded her so much of Atlee that at times she’d not shopped here because she couldn’t deal with the resemblance. But that sadness is behind me now . . . and nobody will be happier than Sam, she reminded herself. “Wyman Brubaker has asked me to marry him. And I said jah.”

  Sam’s smile lit up the whole store. “That’s wonderful! Abby”—he gazed up toward the upper level, hailing his sister as she sat at her sewing machine by the railing—“Abby, you’ll want to come down and get the latest from Amanda. She’s getting hitched!”

  “That’s so exciting,” Abby called out. “Don’t say another word until I get down there.”

  Amanda noticed several folks in the store glancing her way, enjoying this exchange. It made her upcoming marriage seem even more real now that it had been announced so publicly. She and Wyman had kept their courtship quiet, because they wanted to be very sure that a marriage blending two households and eight children was a wise decision.

  “Months ago I suggested to Wyman that it was time he found another gut woman,” Sam said, “and I’m so glad he’s chosen you, Amanda. I can’t think of two finer folks with so much in common.”

  “Well, we hope so. It’ll be . . . different, raising eight kids instead of just my three girls,” she replied quietly. “But Wyman’s a gut man.”

  “And with his grain elevator doing so well, it means you won’t have to worry about money anymore,” Sam replied in a lowered voice. “You haven’t let on—haven’t let me help you much—but even with Jerome’s income, it couldn’t have been easy to keep that farm afloat after Atlee passed.”

  As Abby Lambright rushed down the wooden stairway to hug her, Amanda forgot about her four long years of scraping by. She felt lifted up by the love and happiness this maidel radiated. Rain or shine, Abby gave her best and brought that out in everyone around her, too.

  “What a wonderful-gut thing, to know you’ve found another love,” Abby gushed. “And who’s the lucky man?”

  “Wyman Brubaker.”

  “You don’t say!” Abby replied. “I couldn’t have matched up a more perfect pair myself—and as I recall, his Vera and your Lizzie first met while both families were shopping here. And that started the ball rolling.”

  “Jah, as matchmakers go, they were pretty insistent,” Amanda replied with a chuckle.

  “And when’s the big day?”

  “We haven’t decided, but it’ll be sooner than I can possibly be ready,” Amanda admitted. “What with Lizzie still in school, I’ve hardly packed any boxes—not that I know where to stack them if the wedding’s at my house,” she added in a rush. “And with Jerome training a team of mules now, we can’t clear out the barn for the ceremony. And I can’t see me driving back and forth, cleaning Wyman’s house in Clearwater—”

  “Or keeping it wedding-ready until the big day. His Vera’s a responsible girl, but looking after her three brothers and Alice Ann is all she can handle,” Abby remarked in a thoughtful tone. She looked at her older brother. “Sam, what would you say to having Amanda’s wedding at our house? What with preparing for Matt and Rosemary’s ceremony next week, and then for Phoebe and Owen’s that first Thursday of October—”

  “Oh, no!” Amanda protested. “I didn’t mean to go on and on about—”

  “That would be just fine.” Sam gazed steadily at Amanda. “We’re setting up the tables for the meals in Mamm’s greenhouse—leaving them up between the two weddings, anyway. So if you pick a date in the first few weeks of October, it would be very easy to host your ceremony, Amanda. And I would feel like I’d finally given you some real help when you needed it.”

  Amanda nearly dropped her basket of pottery. “My stars. That would solve a lot of my problems. . . .”

  “And with Wyman living in Clearwater and your house being on the far side of Bloomingdale, Cedar Creek would be a more central location for your guests,” Sam reasoned.

  “And it’ll be gut practice for Sam, delivering another wedding sermon,” Abby added mischievously. “Right after he was ordained as our new preacher last spring, Rosemary asked him to preach and then Phoebe insisted on him, too. So he should be pretty gut at it by the time you and Wyman tie the knot!”

  Sam flushed. “Jah, but if you want the preachers from your district to—”

  “It would be an honor to have you and Vernon Gingerich officiate for us.” Amanda squeezed Sam’s arm, her excitement mounting. “Wyman will be so glad you’ve settled our dilemma, because if we choose one preacher and one bishop from our own districts, we’ll still be leaving out the other bishop and three preachers.”

  “And you don’t want them all to speak! Six sermons would make for a very long day,” Abby added wryly.

  As their laughter rose toward the high ceiling of the mercantile, Amanda relaxed. Wasn’t it just like these cousins to offer their home when she would never have asked another family to host her wedding? What a relief, to be free to concentrate on moving her three daughters, Atlee’s mamm, and herself into Wyman’s home rather than also having to prepare for a couple of hundred wedding guests.

  Abby leaned closer to Amanda, watching Lizzie and the twins fingering bolts of fabric. “So how are your girls taking the news? And what of Jemima?” she asked quietly.

  Amanda smiled. “It’ll be a big change for the three of them, but they seem excited about having a new dat—and brothers,” she said. “And bless him, Wyman said from the first that he had a room for Atlee’s mamm. It won’t be easy for her, living in a home other than her son’s. But we’ll all be together.”

  “One big happy family!” Abby proclaimed as she hugged Amanda’s shoulders again.

  “And what of Jerome?” Sam inquired. “He’s lived with you since he was a boy, but he’s what? Twenty-two now?”

  “Twenty-four,” Amanda corrected. “And with him being so established with his mule breeding and training, I’ve asked him to stay there on the home place. It’s what Atlee would’ve wanted for his nephew.”

  “A gut decision,” Sam agreed. “One of these days he’ll be finding a wife, and a whole new generation of Lambrights can live there.”

  Amanda nodded, feeling a flicker of sadness. Her Atlee had passed on before they knew she was carrying the twins . . . but cogitating over the other children they might have had together—or which ones might have taken over the Lambright farm—wasn’t a useful way to spend her time. A little gasp brought her out of her woolgathering.

  “What’s this in your basket?” Abby asked as she reached for the handle. “My stars, these are such pretty colors for pie pans and cream pitchers and—” Her brown eyes widened. “Did you paint these, Aman
da?”

  Amanda’s cheeks prickled. “I make the pottery pieces on my wheel and then I glaze them, jah,” she said. “I was hoping that—rather than packing away my finished pieces—you might want to sell them here.”

  “These are pieces any woman could use,” Abby said excitedly. She was carefully setting items from the basket on the counter so Sam could get a better look at them. “A pitcher . . . a deep-dish pie plate . . . oh, and look at this round piece painted like a sunflower!”

  “That’s a disk you heat in the oven and then put in your basket to keep your bread warm,” Amanda said. “I sell a lot of those at the dry goods stores north of home. Seems English tourists like some little souvenir when they visit Plain communities.”

  “I can see why,” Sam remarked. He was turning the pitcher this way and that in his large hands. “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen kitchen pieces with such bold colors. And if you make them, Amanda, I’d be happy to take them on consignment. Folks hereabouts would snap these up.”

  “You’ve got several pieces with you, I hope?” Abby asked.

  “This is such a blessing,” Amanda replied. “I’ve got three boxes of this stuff in my wagon, along with an inventory list. I figured that if you didn’t want it, I’d stash it all in Wyman’s basement until we get moved in.”

  “Don’t go hiding these in the basement!” Abby insisted. “We’ll set up a big display down here, and I’ll arrange the rest of them up in the loft.”

  Sam started for the door. “I’ll help you carry in your boxes, Amanda. You can decide which items might sell better over at the greenhouse and work that out with Mamm.”

  “Jah, I will. Denki so much, you two. Let me show you what I’ve brought.” Amanda’s heart skipped happily as the bell above the door tinkled. This trip to Cedar Creek was going even better than she’d dreamed, and she was eager to set her wedding date with Wyman now that they had such a wonderful place to hold their ceremony.