Rebecca Kertz - Jedidiah's Bride

“Sarah,” Pete and Mary Miller’s oldest son, P.J., greeted her. “It is gut to have you with us again.”

She smiled at him. “It is nice to be here.” She sensed Jed watching her, and she flashed him a glance.

His eyes warmed as their gazes met. He smiled, and Sarah felt her breath catch. His attention was focused on her, and she felt the touch of his brown gaze as if he’d brushed her arm or captured her hand with his fingers.

But there was nothing untoward in his regard of her, she realized. The thoughts—the feelings—were all hers, and she pulled herself together, prepared to enjoy the events of the night’s singing.

To her surprise, P.J., also known as Pete Jr., began the singing with his choice of hymn from the Ausbund. He sang the first verse before everyone joined in. As Jed joined in, Sarah heard his pleasant, vibrant tone. She was pleased when he began the second hymn, the Loblied, his voice rising in praise of the Lord. She could feel his conviction, his passion for God, and Sarah knew that her thoughts of him were accurate. He was a gut man with a kind heart and true love for the Lord. She sang out happily, her voice rising with the others as they finished the hymn they had all sung that morning during church services.

After a third hymn, Miriam Yost’s brother Joseph suggested they stop for some refreshment.

“You are always wanting to eat,” his sister teased.

Joseph shrugged. “We can sing another hymn, if you’d prefer.”

“I could use one of Sarah’s cookies,” Jed said.

Sarah flushed as everyone turned to look at her. Jed’s smile put her at ease, and she sent him a silent message of thanks.

As it was, the majority decided light refreshments were in order before they continued with hymns and games.

Lydia Miller, Mary and Pete’s only daughter, had made lemonade and iced tea for all to enjoy. Sarah helped Lydia to distribute drinks, before she grabbed her plate of cookies and a platter of lemon bars that Miriam Yost had made for the occasion.

Jed, Sarah noticed, was quick to choose one of her cookies. He took a bite and flashed her an appreciative smile. Everyone had left their seat to mingle in the open area of the large barn.

Jed took another bite of the cookie. “You will let me take you home tonight, won’t you?” he asked.

“My brothers are here—”

Jed gestured toward where Ervin was deep in conversation with Elizabeth Yoder. Not far from Ervin, Toby chatted with Elizabeth’s older sister Alice. “I think Ervin and Toby have plans to take those two home. Wouldn’t you rather ride with me?”

Sarah hesitated. She knew she’d rather have Jedidiah take her home, but she didn’t know if she should go with him. Yet, how would she feel riding along with her brothers and the Yoder sisters?

“I will ride home with you,” she said quietly so that no one but Jed would hear.

Jed grinned. “Gut! I will look forward to taking you,” he said as the others began to head back to their seats.

Sarah was conscious that Jed allowed her to precede him, and as she sat down, she tried not to look at him, but she couldn’t help herself.

She found him studying her with an intensity that made her feel odd inside. She couldn’t say that she disliked the feeling. Being the focus of this kind man’s attention was not unwelcome. He leaves tomorrow, she reminded herself. I will never see him again.

Will he write? she wondered. She wasn’t going to ask him; it wouldn’t be right unless he mentioned it first.

As her friend Miriam chose and began the next hymn, Sarah decided to forget tomorrow and simply enjoy the evening...and the ride home with Jedidiah Lapp. Riding home with a young man from a singing was a rare treat, and she savored the thought of it.

The singing flew by quickly, filled with song and games, and delicious food.

Sarah went to search for her brothers afterward to tell them that Jed would be taking her home. There was an awkward moment when P.J. Miller offered to bring her home. Sarah had to tell him that she already had a ride.

“Jedidiah is taking me,” she said. She felt badly when she saw the young man’s face fall. “Maybe another time?”

His quick look of gladness made her slightly uncomfortable. She shouldn’t have said anything, but she hadn’t wanted him to feel bad.

“Jed will bring me home tonight,” she told Ervin.

Ervin didn’t seem surprised. “That’s nice, Sissy. We will be home as soon as we can.” He glanced over to where Toby and the two Yoder sisters stood. “We will be making a stop on the way.”

Sarah nodded, then teased, “Do not take the long way to the Yoder farm, Ervin Mast.”

Ervin looked stunned at first by her teasing, but then he grinned, obviously pleased. “We don’t appreciate you enough...what you do for Mam.”

“I am the daughter, and I love Mam. Emma isn’t here, so it is up to me.”

Ervin leaned closer to whisper in Sarah’s ear, “You must take time to enjoy your life, Sarah. I know your hard work is not merely a duty to you, but an expression of love. I will try to help more.”

Sarah’s eyes filled with tears. “I don’t know what to say.”

Ervin grinned. “There is Jed. He’s brought the wagon around, and he is waiting for you. Keep your words for your ride home.”

As she headed toward the wagon by which Jedidiah stood patiently waiting for her with his hat in his hands, Sarah thought of her brother’s words and wondered what he meant by taking the time to enjoy her life more. She prayed to the Lord and did what she could to live life the way He would want it. She couldn’t take time away from Mam, not until it was certain that she was well again.

* * *

Jed studied her expression as Sarah approached. She seemed upset. Why? He had seen her talking with his cousin P.J. Would she rather he was taking her home? His concern vanished as Sarah offered him a genuine smile as she reached him. He lifted his black felt hat, then set it back onto his head.

“Ja. I let Ervin know that I would not be riding home with him.”

“And did he mind?” he asked.

The corners of her blue eyes crinkled. “Nay. As you suspected, my brothers will not be going directly home. They have plans that include stopping by the Yoder farm.”

“And so you are stuck with me.”

“Nay, I am not stuck, Jedidiah Lapp.”

Her answer delighted him, and he studied her fondly. “Gut,” he said as his spirits rose with the prospect of spending a little more time with her. He would like the memory of the evening to take home to Happiness with him. He would like to see her farm, to picture her out in the yard or in the farmhouse, going about her chores, caring for the twins and her family.

He held out his hand, and Sarah looked at it a moment before their fingers touched as she accepted his help onto the wagon seat.

The night was a typical late-spring evening. The temperature was cool, but not cold. There was a full moon, which lit up the dark sky and shed a beam of brightness onto the yard. Jed felt sorry to release her hand as he climbed up onto the wagon seat beside her.

“All set?” he asked, and she nodded. “Are you cold?” She shook her head. “Are you going to be silent during the entire ride?”

“Nay,” she said with what sounded like horror.

He laughed. “I am teasing you, Sarah Mast.” Then with a click of his tongue and a flick of the leathers, he steered the horse down the long dirt lane and then turned right onto the main road. He glanced at Sarah and saw her look back as if seeking her brothers. “They will linger awhile before they leave,” he said.

She nodded. “I didn’t know that both of them are sweet on the Yoder sisters.”

Jed shrugged. “Why would any sister know? Unless she can read her brothers’ thoughts.”