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Amish Love Be Kind: Peace Valley Amish Series, #5
Amish Love Be Kind: Peace Valley Amish Series, #5
Amish Love Be Kind: Peace Valley Amish Series, #5
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Pushed too far, an Amish woman must stand up for herself to save her marriage.

When Hannah married Abram, she imagined a happy home full of beautiful children, and a marriage she and her husband would treasure into their old age. But her husband has a secret that he hides from himself and a temper but he can't control. Hannah wants to be a good wife, but to do that, she needs Abram to be a good husband. When he pushes Hannah one step too far, will she have the strength to stand up for herself and their unborn child?

Find out in Amish Love Be Kind, Book 1 of Rachel Stoltzfus's second Amish Peace Valley trilogy. Amish Peace Valley is an uplifting Christian series about the saving grace of faith, community, and love.

If you love a book about two lost souls weathering their own failings to save themselves and their marriage, start reading Amish Love Be Kind today.

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Release dateFeb 12, 2018
ISBN9781386081166
Amish Love Be Kind: Peace Valley Amish Series, #5

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    Amish Love Be Kind - Rachel Stoltzfus

    AMISH LOVE BE KIND

    PEACE VALLEY AMISH SERIES

    BOOK 4

    RACHEL STOLTZFUS

    Copyright © 2017 RACHEL STOLTZFUS

    All rights reserved.

    ISBN-13: 978-1543151138

    ISBN-10: 1543151132

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    TABLE OF CONTENTS

    AMISH LOVE BE KIND

    Chapter 1

    Chapter 2

    Chapter 3

    Chapter 4

    Chapter 5

    Chapter 6

    Chapter 7

    Chapter 8

    Chapter 9

    AMISH LOVE BE PATIENT

    A WORD FROM RACHEL

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    ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

    ABOUT THE AUTHOR

    AMISH LOVE BE KIND

    Pushed too far, an Amish woman must stand up for herself to save her marriage.

    When Hannah married Abram, she imagined a happy home full of beautiful children, and a marriage she and her husband would treasure into their old age. But her husband has a secret that he hides from himself and a temper but he can't control. Hannah wants to be a good wife, but to do that, she needs Abram to be a good husband. When he pushes Hannah one step too far, will she have the strength to stand up for herself and their unborn child?

    Chapter 1

    Hannah stood in front of the stove where two loaves of bread were waiting to be sliced. A warm breeze came in through the open window, carrying with it the smell of tomato plants from the garden. Hannah looked carefully at her husband, Abram Beiler, trying to gauge his mood. Not good. Thinking quickly, she moistened dry lips and opened her mouth. Nee, husband. I have no objections. Except...

    Abram’s thick, blond eyebrows lowered as he frowned. Except for...what? His voice carried a warning for those who were attuned to it, which Hannah was intimately.

    Hannah wished she didn’t have to be afraid of her husband. But experience had taught her the necessity of caution. Except for... She took a deep breath and tried to smile. It’s just... we should just try to leave as early as we can. He raised his hand. She squeezed her eyes shut and turned her cheek as the Bible said to do with her enemies – why did her husband choose to act as her enemy—as Abram hit her on her left cheek.

    Husband! Please, don’t—

    Crack! Abram hit her again on the right cheek. This time she felt even more pain since his knuckles slammed into her face. This was worse than he’d ever done before. Her right cheek began to throb and burn, and she covered it with one hand.

    Do you think I hadn’t thought of that already, Hannah? Ya, of course we are leaving early! After all, it’s a long way to Philadelphia, even by car! Abram stormed out of the kitchen, slamming the door behind him.

    Hannah leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. One hand rested on her throbbing cheek while the other covered the slight swell of her pregnancy. As she tried to regain composure, she thought about what could have happened to the baby. Where can I go? What can I do? I need to protect this child, but I don’t want to embarrass Abram or myself.

    Both sides of her face throbbed. Moving slowly, she went upstairs. Finding the small hand mirror in the bathroom, she observed the reddened area. It would soon become a livid bruise, embarrassing her and her husband at services. Setting the mirror back into the drawer, she washed her face with cold water and tried to regain her composure again. She couldn’t go to services the next day. The bruise would be evident.

    Eventually, she made it back to the kitchen and worked as quickly as she could to get supper on the table as was her duty as a good wife. Which she desperately wanted to be, a good wife and mother. But even so, Abram hit her. He hit her even as she carried his child. Then she had a terrible thought. What if Abram hit their daughter or son?

    No, he wouldn’t. He only hit her because he lost his temper. She had always been mouthy. And forgetful, and at times clumsy. She would simply have to work hard and do better.

    When Abram returned, he would have a powerful hunger to fill. Normally, cooking or baking filled her with joy and satisfaction, but not today. She didn’t know what kind of mood Abram would be in when he came back into the house, and she didn’t know what she could do to fix it.

    After setting the chicken into the oven to roast, Hannah tore off a piece of paper towel. Again and again, she patted tears away from her now-sore cheeks. She needed to cheer up. Cultivate a peaceful soul, if not for herself than for her baby. Stuffing the moist paper towel into her apron pocket, she continued making supper. She was thankful to be just finishing setting the table when Abram came back into the house.

    Abram was quiet and uncharacteristically shy as he looked at Hannah. Her nose was red and her cheeks, both of them, were yellowing in twin, sickly bruises. While he had yelled at her in the past, this was the first time he had hit her with a closed fist. He knew that was wrong. Against Gott. Wife, I am so sorry. I don’t know what got into me... I know you’re right that we have to be up earlier than usual to leave on Monday. He waited for her to respond. She had better say something. He didn’t want to be angry. He didn’t like the fire of his rages, and he hated that she compelled him to hurt her.

    Finally, Hannah looked up at him. Abram, you scared me! She blurted out. If you’re angry with me, let’s just discuss it without raising our voices...or striking each other. I understand what you’re telling me. She blinked rapidly, tears falling as she sobbed.

    Abram felt even guiltier than he had before. He rushed to Hannah, pulling her into his arms. As she sobbed, he cried, too. Hannah, I’m so sorry! Gently, he moved her head back and looked into her teary eyes. The bruise was uglier up close, and he gasped. Wife, did I...do that?

    Hannah looked at Abram in disbelief and pulled out of his arms. Putting her hand protectively over her cheek, she nodded. It was with an effort that she avoided covering her abdomen.

    Again, Abram grabbed Hannah in his arms. Resting his face against her shoulder, he sobbed hard. I am so sorry! I won’t do that again. I promise.

    Hannah heard a strange sizzling sound from the stove and realized the vegetables had run out of water. Abram! Supper! I need to get the vegetables served! She dislodged herself from his arms and pulled the saucepan of mixed vegetables off the burner, scooping them into the waiting bowl. After dropping some butter into the vegetables, she set them on the table, along with the coffee pot.

    Abram seemed to struggle to get a grip over his emotions. Inhaling deeply, he looked at what Hannah had made. Roasted chicken? That looks wunderbaar! His smile was fake, but the words were honest.

    Hannah saw the effort he was making and tried to make one of her own. They were husband and wife, and while he might lose his temper, it was her job to make a peaceful home for them and the family they would build together. Denki. She forced a smile. Your favorites. And for dessert, we’re having peach cobbler. I want to use the last of the peaches before I put up the new crop.

    Mmmm, it all smells so gut! It was an awkward meal of mostly chewing and false smiles. After supper, Abram retreated back to the barn, where he worked on his horseshoeing equipment. After working for nearly an hour, he knew he was finished and couldn’t avoid the inevitable. Retracing his steps again, he found Hannah sitting in their living room, crocheting one of the blankets for their first child. Are you ready for meeting tomorrow?

    Hannah’s hook slowed its movements as she gazed at Abram in confusion. Husband, I can’t go to—

    Why? Why can’t you go?

    Swallowing deeply, Hannah stood and edged her way to the front door. Abram, I’m going to have a bruise on my face by tomorrow. There’s no way for me to hide it, so I have to stay home.

    Abram’s voice rose to a rumbling roar as he strode toward Hannah. He wasn’t going to

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