For a disadvantaged young woman and a displaced young man, a lasting love is going to take more than chance—it’s going to take a miracle.
Muscle weakness has left Grace Wagler with a broken body—and her childhood best friend has left her with a broken heart. She can hold her own in the timber camp (and do everything else the other women in Badger Creek can do), but in an Amish district where women outnumber men three to one, marriage is an unlikely prospect for a girl with bad legs.
Ben Eicher just arrived in Michigan from Pinecraft, Florida. When his most recent shenanigans proved too much for his daed’s patience, Ben was sent to the Upper Peninsula to work in the lumber camp—and he’s neither proud of his behavior nor thrilled about his new home.
But when Ben meets Grace, the struggling young woman quickly piques his curiosity. Of course, the last thing Grace wants is another friendship with a man who pities her. Tired of physical pain and romantic dead ends, Grace is ready to leave Badger Creek for the muscle specialist in Ohio, even if it contradicts her father’s wishes . . . and Ben’s.
Meanwhile, two dangerous men have found their way into the district. It isn’t long before their unsavory plans ensnare Grace and Ben in a chase that will not only endanger their lives . . . but test their love.
About the Author
Ruth Reid is a CBA and ECPA bestselling author of the Heaven on Earth, the Amish Wonders, and the Amish Mercies series. She’s a full-time pharmacist who lives in Florida with her husband and three children. When attending Ferris State University School of Pharmacy in Big Rapids, Michigan, she lived on the outskirts of an Amish community and had several occasions to visit the Amish farms. Her interest grew into love as she saw the beauty in living a simple life. Visit Ruth online at RuthReid.com; Facebook: Author-Ruth-Reid; Twitter: @AuthorRuthReid.
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A Woodland Miracle
An Amish Wonders Novel
By Ruth Reid
Thomas NelsonCopyright © 2014 Ruth Reid
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Pinecraft District, Florida
Ben Eicher raked his fingers through his damp hair, then pushed his straw hat back into place. He snatched the shovel off the ground and sank it into the dirt. It wasn't even noon and the thermometer on the bank sign read ninety degrees. He glanced over at his buddy Toby, who seemed oblivious to the rising temperature. The first heat wave of the year, according to the DJ on the oldies rock station Ben had been listening to all morning.
Planting shrubs wasn't something he wanted to do the rest of his life. But neither was working for his father in his shoe-repair business. A year ago he worked on a commercial fishing boat. But that was prior to the hurricane. He liked the cool breeze, the scent of salt air, and the endless view of turquoise water. That sure beat digging holes.
Ben gauged the depth of the hole and tossed his shovel. He removed the pink azalea plant from the plastic starter pot and released some of the dirt from around its roots before dropping it into the hole.
Toby covered the plant with loose soil. "When we finish here, we're supposed to go to the deli and check if they have deliveries for us to make."
Ben shook his head. "When I finish here I'm either going to the beach, or I'm going to take a dip in the Tidewater Inn's pool."
"Tidewater's still closed." Toby tapped the mound of dirt around the bush and stood. "Even if the construction was complete, the No Trespassing sign hasn't kumm down."
"That might be what the sign says, but they finished working on the pool. There's water in it." Ben lifted his shoulder and caught the roll of sweat trickling down the side of his face. He hoped these soaring temperatures in March didn't indicate a grueling summer ahead. If so, he planned to spend more time swimming.
Toby shook his head. "It's nett going to work out well."
"In this roasting heat, I'll take mei chances." Ben and Toby had been best friends for a number of years. Twenty-three, if you counted the diaper years when their mothers would get together to quilt and he and Toby shared the same crib during naptime.
"When you're caught, don't give the Amish a bad name in the community." Toby brushed the caked dirt off his knees. "Some of us want to stay and raise a family in Pinecraft, or at least have that option," he grumbled under his breath. Toby had changed in the past year. He talked more and more about settling down even though he wasn't courting anyone seriously.
Ben had convinced himself he wanted the same thing at this time last year. Now that Neva was gone, nothing much mattered. Ben pulled a hankie from his pocket and wiped the sweat off his brow. He glanced at the dirty residue on the cloth, then jammed it back into his pocket. Dirty, sticky, and perspiring like the morning's dew, he needed to rinse off. He grabbed the shovel, paced off a few feet, and dug the next hole.
The next time he stopped to look at the sun's position, he figured it was sometime after two. His mouth was parched, his muscles ached, and his sweat-soaked shirt clung to his skin. He couldn't wait to dig the last hole.
A few moments later, Ben tossed his shovel in the small utility cart attached to Toby's bicycle. "I think it's time for that swim. What about you?"
"I'm definitely hot." His friend tipped his beet-red face toward the sun and squinted. "But we should head over to the deli. You got me in trouble the last time we skipped work, remember?"
How could he forget? Ben's father lectured him for days about his lack of responsibility. But that incident paled in comparison to the time he kept Neva out all night. He could still hear the elevation of his father's voice. What were you thinking? I have no respect for a man who-who places a maedel in a compromising situation.
Toby backhanded Ben in the chest, leaving his dirty handprint on Ben's shirt. "Let's get a soda."
"Nay." Ben shook his head. "I'm going swimming."
"You're just itching to get in trouble."
Ben peeled his clinging shirt away from his chest. "I'm itching to get out of these sweaty clothes." Toby should understand why Ben still avoided the deli. Mercy wasn't part of Neva's parents' vocabulary—toward him anyway. Besides, he'd rather be swimming.
The Tidewater Inn was one of the few remaining resorts along the coast that hadn't reopened since the hurricane. Ben had snuck onto the grounds and swum plenty of times before it closed, but he hadn't had a chance to swim there since it was rebuilt.
"Sure you don't want to cool off?"
Toby picked at the dirt under his fingernails. "I want to, but ..."
"You're always teetering." Ben wiped the back of his neck with his hankie. He wasn't about to spend all day waiting for Toby to decide. "Don't be so indecisive. Either it's yes or no."
Ben waited a moment, then released the kickstand on his bike. "You know where to find me."
Ben pedaled down the sidewalk until he reached the motel. He laid his bike down in the bushes and climbed over the fence. Minutes later, he shucked all his clothes but his briefs and gingerly eased into the cool water, giving his body time to adjust. Once he was waist deep, he plunged down to the bottom of the shallow end. He swam a few laps, then flipped over and floated on his back. He closed his eyes and relaxed. This was so much better than pedaling his bike in the heat delivering stuff that one of the younger boys could do.
"Cannonball!" Toby's thundering voice called out midair.
Rocked by the wave created when Toby landed in the pool, Ben dipped under the surface of the water and came up sputtering. "You could've given me better warning."
"Feels gut to cool off." Toby dipped back under, then resurfaced, shaking his mass of poodle-like curly hair like a wet dog.
Ben cupped his hand and splashed his friend.
Toby returned fire, and neither of them noticed the police officer until he spoke.
"You two climb out of the pool, then put your hands up where I can see them."
Trudging through the water toward the stairs, Ben glanced over his shoulder at Toby. His friend's sobered expression and downcast eyes seared Ben's soul. He shouldn't have teased Toby about being indecisive. Ben climbed out of the pool and stood before the officer as puddles of water collected at his feet. At least Toby had jumped in fully dressed. Ben stood before the man wearing only his briefs. Maybe he could ask to dress before their eviction. He eyed his hat and clothes piled next to a potted ficus tree.
The officer peered over his sunglasses. "What are you two doing here?"
"We wanted to cool off in the pool," Ben said.
"You didn't read the No Trespassing signs? This area is off-limits."
"We were only going to stay a few minutes." Ben shivered when the breeze hit his wet body.
"And I suppose you don't know anything about the rash of break-ins?"
Ben and Toby exchanged glances. "Nay," they replied in unison.
"Are those your clothes over there? Let's see some form of ID."
"We don't have any," Ben said. "We're Amish."
The officer pressed a button near his shoulder and talked into a microphone clipped to his shirt. "Dispatch, this is beach patrol two-nine. I'll need transport for two males found trespassing at the Tidewater Inn."
"Ten-four." A moment later, the woman's voice returned. "Two-nine, be advised there is an officer in the area. ETA five minutes."
Ben wasn't sure what the abbreviations meant, but he was pretty sure he only had five minutes to talk the officer into letting them go. He cleared his throat. "Are we in trouble?"
"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney ..."
Ben swallowed hard. So many rights. He just wanted the right to put on his clothes. This wouldn't be easy to explain to his parents. Most Amish men at twenty-three were married, starting a family, and well respected in their district. He wasn't any of those things.
Ben waited until the police officer finished reciting the long list of rights, then pointed to his clothes. "Would it be all right if I get dressed?"
The officer crossed the pool deck and grabbed the items. Inspecting Ben's hat, the officer's bushy brows formed a straight line. "What do we have here?" He tipped the hat toward them, exposing the small radio Ben had attached to the inside. "Trying to hide stolen merchandise?"
"Nay—sir. I bought that portable radio at a pawn shop." Ben turned to Toby, who looked away. "You were with me. Back me up," he hissed under his breath. He might be guilty of breaking a few Amish rules like owning a radio, but he abided by the government laws. Ben would never steal.
Toby stared at the pool deck, his lips tight.
The officer patted the clump of Ben's clothes. He removed the suspenders, then tossed Ben his trousers. Still dripping wet, Ben shoved his legs into his pants and waited for his shirt.
Soon after Ben finished dressing, another officer arrived and directed them to a waiting squad car. Shuttled to the station and separated from his friend, Ben kept his mouth shut. Goose bumps crawled up his arms as he stood in the air-conditioned building. Ben rubbed his arms and bit down on his bottom lip to keep his teeth from chattering. At least he was dressed.
Once searched, fingerprinted, and questioned, the guard led Ben to the holding cell. The stench of alcohol and vomit assaulted his senses. The guard nudged him forward, and once he was past the gate, it clanged shut. He took a seat on the metal bench beside Toby.
His friend sat with his elbows on his knees and his face buried in his hands.
Ben cleared his throat. "I guess swimming wasn't such a gut idea."
Toby lifted his head, shot him a sidelong glare, then covered his face again.
Ben glanced at the others sharing the cell. One man, wearing a sleeveless T-shirt, had a tattooed snake that wrapped around his neck. His arms were canvased in colored ink with something Ben couldn't make out, and he didn't want to risk staring for fear the man might come over to their end of the cell. Another man sat hunched over in the corner, probably asleep, though Ben had no idea how anyone could sleep with the racket another person was making as he paced the floor mumbling gibberish to himself.
Toby had the right idea to hang his head and remain silent. Ben did the same. Now if he could only quiet his mind. Thoughts about what he would tell his parents passed the time, but he had no resolution.
Several hours later, an officer approached the cell. His keys rattled as he unlocked the steel door. "Benjamin Eicher and Toby Graber?"
Ben sucked in a breath and stood.
"The motel owner didn't want to press charges," the officer said. "You two are free to go."
Ben blew out a breath. "Thank you."
"I suggest from now on you stay off private property."
"We will." Ben meant it too. The next time he wanted to cool off, he would do so with a garden hose.
Toby rolled his eyes at Ben, then shoved past him and walked out without a backward glance.
Ben wanted as far away from the police station as possible. Hopefully their parents wouldn't find out where they had spent their afternoon. But once he stepped into the lobby, he realized keeping anything a secret wouldn't be possible. Ben's and Toby's fathers stood up from the bench.
While Toby's father quizzed his son, Ben's daed looked him over hard.
"Why are your clothes nett wet like Toby's?"
Ben stared at the scuff marks on the floor.
"I asked you a question," his father said.
"I didn't swim in them."
As expected, his father harrumphed at the answer, then headed for the door. Ben had seen his father's shoulders slump a number of times, but never like this. Without uttering a word, Ben and Toby trailed their fathers outside. Streetlights illuminated the sidewalk outside the police station. It was later than he thought. Ben climbed into their neighbor's parked van.
The ride home was silent. Ben's father never spoke about personal matters—or in Ben's case, his son's shortcomings—in front of Englischers. Once they were home though, he braced for a long lecture. Instead, his daed treated him as though he were poison. When Ben sat down for supper, his father rose from his chair and left the kitchen. Even his mamm couldn't convince Daed to eat with the family.
The following morning, Ben found his parents seated at the table, his mother blotting a hankie over her eyes and his father stoic. Ben's stomach tightened. "I'm sorry." In most homes, an admission of wrongdoing and an apology would elicit some form of forgiveness, but neither parent responded.
His father pushed back his chair and stood. "You have less than an hour to pack your bags."
Pack? Where was he going? He had two older sisters, both married and living in Indiana. He would only be in the way living with them.
"We're sending you to work in a lumber camp."
Ben swallowed hard. The only lumber camp he'd ever heard about was in northern Michigan, where Toby's uncle lived. It seemed drastic, even for his father, to send him so far away.
"I suggest you pack warm clothes," his father said. "You might be there awhile."
* * *
Badger Creek District, Michigan
Grace Wagler stood inside the station next to the window and studied the passengers as they disembarked from the bus. She had another half hour to wait before her aunt's bus arrived. Grace had planned for more time to do her morning chores so she wouldn't be late, but finished them sooner than she'd expected.
The automatic doors opened and, along with arriving passengers, a gust of wind swept through the building. Grace sidestepped the foot traffic and limped a few feet over to an empty bench. She would move if an elderly person needed to sit, but for the moment, she needed to rest. Days like today she felt older than dirt. The unforgiving concrete floor triggered agony in her joints that no one in their twenties should experience. Grace rubbed the length of her thigh, then massaged her left knee. Swollen. Sometimes she wished she didn't live in such a cold climate. Lately it seemed the winters were longer and her inflamed joints stiffer.
A beep—beep—beep from a wall-mounted television caught her attention. A newscaster standing outside of a hospital was speaking, but the low volume on the set made it impossible to hear his report. Normally, if she were anywhere near a television, she would ignore the programming, but a flashing red banner at the bottom of the screen read Breaking News.
Someone close by cleared his throat and she jerked her hand away from her leg. Two men stood before her. Their teeth chattered as they rubbed their hands over their bare arms.
"Excuse me," the taller man with blond hair said.
Her gaze traveled between the two men, landing on the one who spoke. "Me?"
"You're Amish, jah?" The man smirked.
Usually only Englischers asked that. These two men had on suspenders and wore straw hats, but if they were Amish, they were fence-jumpers. She hadn't known any district to allow short-sleeved shirts. The Ordnung she followed forbade clothes that showed any skin.
Grace glanced around the depot trying to spot someone from her settlement, then chided herself. The men hadn't returned from the river camp and most of the women had started spring-cleaning. Still, she shouldn't be talking with strangers, especially not backsliders.
Someone turned up the volume on the television. "... Again, the man is unstable, has a history of violent outbursts, and is considered extremely dangerous."
The blond man glanced at the television.
Grace pushed off the bench. Shards of needle pricks pierced her leg as she wobbled to the other side of the room. She leaned against the wall next to the window and eased out a breath. The blond-haired man pursued her across the lobby, while the one with curly, dark hair stayed with their duffel bags.
"I'm sorry," the man said. "I didn't mean to sound flip. It's just that we've been traveling three days, so I hope you'll forgive me if I seem rushed to leave the bus station."
Goose bumps crawled up Grace's arms. Now she really wished someone from her district were in the station. She'd never known an Amish man to be this persistent.
Unstable. The news reporter's words rolled over in her mind. Just a coincidence. She should have turned away from the television. Grace glanced out the window. He probably wouldn't follow her outside, not shivering like he was.
The man cleared his throat. "So, where are you parked?"
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
If you like Amish fiction A Woodland Miracle is worth looking into. Ruth writes of an idyllic Amish setting that seems far removed from the cares of today. While this particular Amish community seemed drenched with rain and cold the entire time it still came across like a sweet community far away from the cares of the world. That is until the drama happened…
A Woodland Miracle, By: Ruth Reid This story grabbed my attention from the very start. I was on the edge of my seat almost the whole book through. There is just the right amount of compassion, spunk, love, and suspense all the way through. Never a dull moment! Very well written!! So looking forward to any other books in the series. Get your copy today! Bravo, job well done! 5 sta
Can't wait to see what happens next!
An emotional story It has been so long since I read the first book in this series, I had to go back and read my own review! This one is just as good as I said that one was. Ruth does a great job of telling a story and this one deals with physical problems as well as emotional. I don't think anyone that has had to deal with a disability of some kind, yourself , a family member or close friend. This was an enjoyable book and I am looking forward to the third book in the series, "A Dream of Miracles".
What I liked: Both Ben and Grace are dealing with things in their life that people can relate to on some level. Ben fights the battle of following the rules and dealing with the consequences when he gets caught. Grace is dealing with some serious health issues which leaves her fearing she will never have a normal life. Grace wants nothing to do with Ben at first and Ben can’t help but find himself drawn to her. Both characters had to learn to have faith in God and each other. I also thought the ending was unique and had a more realistic feel. What I didn’t like: I liked the overall plot but this story was somewhat slow at times. There was some good suspense and action in this book yet it lacked the excitement you would expect. I also thought the chemistry between Ben and Grace was not that great. I enjoyed this book but it just did not keep me as enticed as the first book of the series. Not a bad read overall. This book can easily be read as a stand alone.
I can't even describe how fantastic this book was! Ruth Reid has a knack for pulling you in to a story and not letting you go until the very end. The plot was engaging, thrilling, and so good! The trouble that comes to the small community at Badger Creek is completely unexpected. Even though the action starts at the halfway point, the plot is still engaging up to that point. It gives you a better hint into the lives of the main characters. Speaking of the characters... I LOVED Ben! I think that's how the author intended him to be. He was funny, kind, caring, and completely human. His view of himself, especially after all the mischief he'd made, was natural. His attraction to Grace didn't feel forced. Grace is hardworking, caring, and terrified of her future. Her view of herself, because of her limp, is disheartening. I think Ben is exactly the type of guy she needed to pull her out of her insecurities. The message of the story, as stated on the back cover, is learning that God's love is sufficient. The verse used over and over in the story drives this point home: "And he said to me, My grace is sufficient for you, for my strength is made perfect in weakness..." 2 Corinthians 12:9 (NKJV). Anyone who has ever experienced any kind of weak moment or illness or disease can understand and cling to this verse. As my preacher said on Sunday, God doesn't always choose the strongest, most handsome person to use for His glory because He can see what's on the inside, not outward appearances that man sees. How comforting! Overall, I loved this story and I certainly look forward to more from this amazing author. **Thank you, BookLook, for providing a free copy of this book in exchange for my honest review.**
It was fun to return to the small Amish community of Badger Creek. This is an interesting setting, because things are done a little differently here. It is a very small community. Roads aren’t well cared for, residents are tucked away back in the woods, and it is bitterly cold in the winter. A Woodland Miracle is book two in The Amish Wonders Series, but there is no doubt in my mind that you can read this as a stand alone novel. Nothing in book two is dependent on book one’s story. I really liked these two characters, who seem to be opposites when we first meet them. Grace Wagler is reserved, hard-working, and dealing with a physical malady that worries her every day. She is in a lot of pain, but pushes through it to do the everyday chores that others can handle with ease. She is also nursing a wounded heart. Grace is such a special character. She has burdens both physical and emotional and is simply trying to understand why God has allowed these things into her life. Ben Eicher, on the other hand, has just been wandering through life. He has made quite a few bad choices. When his father ships him from his community in Pinecraft, Florida to the Badger Creek District in Michigan, Ben is in for some culture shock. I enjoyed watching Ben’s growth from the beginning of the novel to the end. It took a bit of time, but Ben did take a look at his life and began to see where changes needed to be made. I found him to be an honorable young man, who simply needed to find God’s path for his life. The attraction between these two characters was very convincing, as was their individual reactions to this attraction. There is some mystery and adventure in the book, as well. Overall, this was a story that kept my interest and that I enjoyed. I received a complimentary copy of this book from the publisher, through BookLook Bloggers, in exchange for an honest review.
I've read a fair amount of Amish fiction over the years, and I was looking forward to reading "A Woodland Miracle" because it takes place briefly in Florida and mostly in Michigan—not typical settings for such stories. While the change in scenery, so to speak, was appreciated, I was a bit disappointed by this novel. The story focuses on Ben and Grace. Ben lives in Florida but has a bit of history. When he and his friend Toby get arrested for trespassing in the local motel's swimming pool, Ben's father, who's had enough of his son's antics, sends Ben to Michigan. Toby goes as well and the two boys are supposed to stay with Toby's uncle. When the boys reach Michigan, they find that the men in Grace's community already have left to go logging, so the pair stays with the bishop and his wife. Ben becomes more and more intrigued by Grace, a strong-willed young woman dealing with muscular dystrophy, which ultimately killed her mother. Grace eventually is kidnapped by Jack and Gordon, the later clearly having some mental health concerns, and Ben must help to find her. Ultimately, this book could have been shorter, as I felt the story dragged on after awhile. Also, for Grace having so much trouble with her legs, she was constantly walking and running both before, during, and after her kidnapping. The reader also knows that Ben and Grace are going to end up together, but it takes forever (or so it seems) for them to stop tripping over their own foibles to get there. "A Woodland Miracle" isn't a waste of time to read, but there are definitely better options out there. Note: I received a review copy of this book from the publisher, Thomas Nelson.
Can you imagine having a body that betrays you with muscle weakness and one leg shorter than the other? and living in a rugged timber camp among the Amish? Hard work is part of every day life for the Amish but things are bound to be more difficult for Grace Wagler. Her mother had the same problem and it turned out to be muscular dystrophy. Grace wants to go to Ohio to see the specialist to determine if she also has muscular dystrophy but her father does not want her to go. Her childhood sweetheart has broken her heart by telling her that he plans to marry another girl, Becky, when he returns from the timber camp. But Ben's arrival from Florida has shaken the entire community up a bit. Sparks have been flying between Grace and Ben since they first spied each other at the bus station the day Ben arrived. They begin to care a great deal about each other but can Grace overcome her fears about her physical condition to let Ben in to love her? They may not get the chance to find out at all when two dangerous mental patients who escaped a local hospital are found to be wandering through their timber camp. Danger is the word of the day. Read this book to find out what happens and how God can use miracles even today to help His children. You definitely will want to experience A WOODLAND MIRACLE along with Ben and Grace! 5 stars for this compelling book and high recommendations! I received a free pdf version of this book from netgalley in exchange for my honest review.
An Amish story that starts with two young gentlemen in a Florida settlement getting in trouble and being sent to cold Michigan, a rather unusual punishment, but awakening. We have boy arriving, girl at station picking up her Aunt, girl making rash judgment of disliking boy, thinking he is a fence jumper. Loved the rather hard time she gives him, and he seems to be confirming her suspicions without even trying to. The story goes on like this with boy interested in girl, and girl having a medical problem, and insecure, and liking boy, but not sure. When all of a sudden, there is a major change in the peace and security of the Amish community. We are now in a life or death struggle, and with all of the hurts and violence, we wonder if or who will survive. Ben Eichner is a rebel in some ways, and has displeased his father many times, being in legal trouble was the straw that broke the dam, and that is how Ben and Toby have appeared in the frozen north. What a new environment they are in, one day no coat to bundles of clothing, and warm ocean, to frozen creek water. You will love some of the decisions, and wonder about others, but soon realize that God is in charge here. Such a display of faith, and following of our Father’s wishes, and compassion for our fellow man, whether they are Amish or English. I really enjoyed this story, and hope there is more to come, I did love that the epilogue filled in a lot of unanswered questions, but I do want more. I received this book from Net Galley and the Publisher Thomas Nelson, and was not required to give a positive review.
Oh my... where do I start? Recently I read Ruth Reid's novella in An Amish Second Christmas and it was so very different from what I was expecting – it was actually a shock... a good one! I should also say here that I really really really hope that Ruth decides at some point to expand on the characters introduced in Her Christmas Pen Pal. I would LOVE to read more about Joy and Noah and the bakery – oh stop me! When I begun reading A Woodland Miracle, I was surprised again! I had expected it to follow along a similar path as the first book in the series – A Miracle of Hope. It didn't... at... all. It forged it's own path and every word was a surprise. The characters didn't do what I was expecting them to do and the story didn't go anywhere near where I expected it to. WOW! What an amazingly original story! Far too often, I think we get in a little rut when reading a particular author's books. We begin to think we know precisely what's coming. Not so with Ruth Reid! Each book or novella of hers I have read has been unique and intriguing and a nonstop adventure – or misadventure if you prefer. It makes me excited to see what's next! Good thing I finally tracked down book 1 of her earlier series. Now I can read those while I'm waiting for her next release!