Under the Harvest Moon by Beth Wiseman

Author:Beth Wiseman [Wiseman, Beth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Thomas Nelson
Published: 2016-07-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Brock forced himself to remain calm by taking some deep breaths. He reached for Naomi’s hand and held it tightly as her bottom lip trembled.

“Sweetheart, listen to me.” Brock wasn’t sure if he’d just crossed a line by using the endearment, but he was so mad at the moment, and she was so upset . . . “That purple packet of herbs doesn’t hold any power at all. None.” He huffed. “Nothing is going to happen on the night of the harvest moon except that the moon will be bigger and brighter. That’s it.”

“I know in my mind that you’re right.” Naomi eased her hand from his, then pulled a tissue from her pocket and dabbed at her eyes. “But I couldn’t bear it if I lost another baby. I just couldn’t.” She shook her head so hard that her prayer covering slid to one side.

“Just remember, that packet holds no power. Only God holds the power, and everything that happens is His will.” He’d heard that his entire life and could remember his Amish grandparents drilling that into his head even though his parents had chosen to leave the Old Order district and to raise him Englisch.

“I know.” She sniffled and seemed to be catching her breath.

Brock didn’t think it could be good for the baby for her to get this upset. “God’s in control,” he repeated. He’d been praying for Naomi and her children. And as he listened to himself, he couldn’t help but wonder why he continually questioned God’s will for his own life.

Brock was still concerned about what Abby had told him, about the hitting. But now wasn’t the time to bring it up. He waited awhile longer, until Naomi had completely stopped crying, then he stood up. “I should go. But only if you promise me that you’ll forget everything that old woman said.”

Naomi followed him to the front door. She nodded, then without warning, she put her arms around his waist and laid her head against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, and when she looked up at him, he kissed her on the forehead. “Everything is going to be fine, and you’ll deliver a healthy baby in a few months. And all that stuff about the moon is just stupid superstitions.”

Brock believed everything he was telling Naomi to be the truth. She and her baby would be fine. But he was starting to wonder if he would be okay. When did he start to care so much about Naomi and her children? He might struggle with God’s plan for his life, but he’d learned to live with it. Was God tempting him, goading Brock, to fall for a woman he couldn’t have? He eased her away, and quickly left.

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