The Wonder of Your Love (A Land of Canaan Novel) (25 page)

Danielle turned to face Martha and blinked her one eye several times. “You too.”

Martha turned to leave before the girl could see the tears welling in her eyes.

Please, Lord . . . help her to see the wonder of Your love
.

Arnold closed the door behind them.

A
RNOLD LEFT ON
Thursday afternoon after having lunch with Katie Ann and Martha at Katie Ann’s house, and by Friday afternoon, Katie Ann could tell that Martha was ready to go back to her own home. She said she was feeling better and had gotten what she called her “Jonas fix.” And while Katie Ann loved having Martha stay with them, she was exhausted from tending to both her friend and her baby. She wasn’t sure which one was more demanding.

Arnold had driven Martha’s car to Katie Ann’s, then taken a cab to the airport, promising that he would be back soon and for good.

“Are you sure you can drive?” Katie Ann helped Martha get into her coat, hat, and gloves. It was snowing and cold outside. “I think it might be too soon, and the weather—”

“Katie Ann, you know how I feel about that extra bed of yours. I can only take it for so long. Besides, I’m only going around the corner.” She kissed Katie Ann on the cheek. “Tell my baby I will see him on Sunday. I’m going to stay home out of this weather and rest tomorrow.”

“I think that’s a
gut
idea.” Katie Ann waited until Martha’s car rounded the corner before she closed the door.

Lillian came over later that afternoon with Anna and Elizabeth, and Emily stopped by also, thinking that Martha was still there. After all her company left, Katie Ann settled in front of the fireplace with Jonas in her lap and reread Eli’s letter. She missed his smile, his laughter. As the fire crackled in the fireplace and the wind gently howled outside, Katie Ann wondered what he was doing. If he missed her at all.

The next morning, she heard a truck coming up the driveway. She finished feeding Jonas, laid him in the playpen near the fireplace, and went to the window. A Federal Express man was making his way through the snow and up to her porch.

“Danki,”
she said as she accepted the small box.

“You’re welcome.” The young man with a black stocking cap and heavy coat chuckled. “It’s a cell phone, in case you didn’t know.” He paused, rubbing his gloved hands together.

“It’s been ringing in the truck on and off for the past two hours.”

Katie Ann didn’t know what to say, and the nice young fellow didn’t wait for a response before heading back to his truck.

Katie Ann hadn’t even closed the door when she heard the faint ring from inside the box. Smiling, she walked to the couch and hurriedly worked to open the package. Only one person she knew would send her a cell phone.

SATURDAY MORNING MARTHA
eased into her recliner with a cup of coffee, her thoughts on Katie Ann. She was starting to lose hope for Eli Detweiler. Hard to have a romance when the fellow was in another state. But at least the two were writing to each other, so just maybe . . .

She noticed a pile of bills on her end table. There wasn’t a task she hated more than paying bills. She had plenty of money, more than the average person by far, but it was just a tedious chore. The piles seemed to be screaming at her as she sipped her coffee, so she eventually pulled her purse into her lap and took out her wallet, which also held her checkbook. She thought about Danielle. She’d been praying for the girl every night. That she’d be safe from whoever did harm to her, and that she’d put her trust in the Lord.

Martha hoped Danielle wouldn’t steal from anyone else. Some folks might not be as understanding about it as she’d been. She opened her wallet, pulled her pen from its spot, and wrote out a check to the gas company. Then she curiously unzipped the money compartment, wondering if Danielle had taken all sixty dollars.

Martha pulled three twenties from inside and sat holding them for a moment.
Why didn’t she take it?
She began to inspect the contents of her wallet, confused. Something had to be missing. What was it?

There were no checks missing. The cash was there. A book of stamps, several business cards she’d collected from local vendors. She drummed her fingers on the end table, holding the wallet with her other hand. She flipped through her credit cards, found her driver’s license, her AARP card, and even two extra bobby pins clipped next to her credit cards.

She took a deep breath. Maybe her mind was going. Everything seemed to be just as it should be.

BY THE TIME
Katie Ann ripped open the box, the portable phone wasn’t ringing anymore. She picked it up and searched through the packing for a note, but the only thing besides the phone was what appeared to be an extra battery. She jumped when the phone rang again. She’d used a cell phone on rare occasions before, so she knew how they worked. This one flipped open.

“Hello.”

“Katie Ann!
Gut, gut
. You got the phone.”

“Eli?” She knew exactly who it was, but she was at a loss for words, so she waited for him to explain.

“I got your letter about Martha yesterday. I went right out and had this phone shipped overnight to you. I charged the batteries at the store before I shipped it.” He took a breath. “I realized that by the time you got my letters, then I got yours, well . . . too much time was passing. How is Martha?”

“
Ach
, she’s
gut
. It turned out to be a very small cyst.” She still couldn’t believe he had sent her a phone.

Katie Ann gave Eli the details of the past few days, even explaining about Arnold.

“Katie Ann, it’s so
gut
to hear your voice. And I couldn’t have you running out to the barn in bad weather to talk on the phone.” He paused. “Is this okay? I mean, the phone?”

“Lots of people have cell phones. Our bishop isn’t keen on the idea, but he doesn’t make much of a fuss. But the money, Eli . . .”

He laughed. “They have this thing called the family plan.

Only ten dollars! So now we’re family.”

Something about his statement warmed Katie Ann from head to toe. “I see.” She brought her hand to her chest, closed her eyes, and pictured his face.

“Katie Ann, I’m going to Jake and Laura Jane’s for supper.

I just wanted to make sure you got the phone.”

“
Danki
for the phone, Eli. You didn’t need to do that.” Katie Ann wondered how often he would call her, and if she would ever call him. She knew it would be easy enough to charge the phone at Martha’s house.

“Can I call you when I get home later?”

She smiled. “I’d like that.”

After they hung up, Katie Ann warmed up some soup. As she sat on the couch eating it, she eyed the box in the corner of her living room. It was an indoor swing for Jonas that Lillian had given her as a gift recently. Lillian had told her that she used a swing when both Anna and Elizabeth were babies, and that it was a lifesaver. Samuel had offered to put it together, but her brother-in-law was so busy that Katie Ann assured him she could do the job.

It was later in the evening, once Jonas was settled, when she started to put the swing together. She searched for the right nuts and bolts to attach the legs of the swing. Even though she’d sorted the parts into piles, she was confused about the directions and frustrated. She jumped when the cell phone rang on the kitchen counter.

“Wie bischt?”

Katie Ann smiled when she heard Eli’s voice. “I’m
gut
, but I’m having trouble putting a swing together for Jonas. How was your supper with Jake and Laura Jane?”

“Laura Jane invites me to supper when she makes chicken and wafers, my favorite. What’s the problem with the swing?”

“Too many nuts and bolts.” She waited awhile for a response, but nothing. “Eli?”

Silence.

She pulled the phone away from her ear and realized the battery was dead. She picked up the extra battery Eli had sent but couldn’t figure out where to install it. She tinkered with the phone, then opened the instruction book that had come in the box with the phone. After about fifteen frustrating minutes, she had the other battery installed.

Ten minutes later Eli called again. “Dead battery, no?”

His voice was light and cheerful, but Katie Ann was annoyed by her own inability to handle such simple functions in a timely manner. First the swing, now the phone.

“
Ya
. Sorry it took me so long. I had to get out the instruction book.”

“I wish I was there to put that swing together for you.

What about Samuel?”

“
Ach
, he offered, but I was sure it would be no problem.”

She sighed as she eased onto the couch and curled her feet beneath her. She pulled a small afghan onto her lap. “I’ll finish it tomorrow.”

From there, she and Eli settled into a comfortable conversation. He told her that he was not going to Indiana because of the weather, and had decided to go to Florida instead, but not until after Christmas. Katie Ann told him more about the pot holders she’d been quilting and a cookbook she was putting together.

“It keeps me busy late at night if I can’t sleep.” She leaned her head back against the couch, tired but knowing sleep wouldn’t come anytime soon, and she would rather talk with Eli than sleep anyway. She smiled as she thought about what Lillian and Martha would think if they knew she was casually chatting on the phone with Eli.

“I have a hard time sleeping too.” He paused. “I never used to have trouble sleeping. Do you think it’s because we’re getting old?” He chuckled.

“
Ya
. I guess so.” Katie Ann pulled the phone from her ear for a moment, making sure it was still lit up. “How long will this battery last?”

“It should last a couple of days.”

Katie Ann smiled.

And she spent the next several hours on the phone with Eli, discussing everything from his Florida plans to her desire to someday sell her handmade goods. Eli encouraged her and told her that she could do anything she wanted to do. Ivan had said that her efforts would produce little income and she’d be wasting her time. But finishing a handmade pot holder or throw quilt gave her a sense of satisfaction, like she was being fruitful. And she was building up quite a collection. It might not ever amount to much, but it made her happy, and Eli’s encouragement warmed her heart.

She didn’t think she’d ever enjoyed a conversation more than this one, and during the weeks to follow, their phone calls became a nightly thing. Every couple of days she would charge the phone at Martha’s house, even if it meant taking a few minutes of ribbing from her friend. Katie Ann found herself sharing even the smallest details about her day. And when Jake and Laura Jane’s baby was born—Eli’s seventh grandchild— Eli called her from the hospital, more excited than ever about the new blessing.

He truly was her best friend, and while she knew friends had the capacity to hurt one another, there was something safe about her relationship with Eli. And every time she fantasized about something more than friendship with him, she forced the idea away because she realized that God was answering her prayers—in His way.

“Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you.”

Katie Ann asked God to forgive her for doubting Him and for the distance she’d put between them. She sought to trust again, and the Lord had opened a new door. It might not have been what she expected, but her friendship with Eli was proving to be a gift from God.

W
HEN ELI SHOWED
up on her doorstep two days before Christmas, Katie Ann jumped into his arms without hesitation.

“What are you doing here?” She pulled from the embrace and coaxed him inside and out of the icy weather. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

Eli’s smile stretched across his handsome face. “Because I just decided to come this morning—I flew! Besides, it was worth it to see you so surprised.”

Katie Ann laughed aloud. “I can’t believe you did this.”

She’d already mailed him a hand-stitched black vest for Christmas, which he had received and told her fit perfectly.

He’d sent her a parenting book that focused on the toddler years, later laughing and telling her to be prepared—that it was a wonderful time but could be challenging. And he’d sent a Bible storybook for Jonas.