Amish Short Stories
“Do not ask the Lord to guide your footsteps if you are not willing to move your feet.” Amish Proverb The lush green pastures along the interstate had Savannah Carmichael in awe as she listened carefully to the directions her Australian accent GPS was giving her.
It was before dawn as Anna May hurried out of bed to get the coffee going before her son Martin came knocking at her door. It was the first day of hunting season, and she wanted to make sure he had a good breakfast before he went to the woods. It was the Monday after
It was a week before Christmas and Emma Byler was sitting on her parent’s front porch. The sun was just dipping behind the horizon, and in the distance, she could hear chipmunks chattering. In the quietness of the early evening, she found herself deep in thought
Emma rolled over in bed and pulled the blankets up over her head as she heard her mother call her name from the bottom of the stairs. She hated the long winter months and dreaded walking to school in the cold.
The sun was rising above the horizon when Emma and her twin sisters, Rebecca and Anna, left to go to their springtime job at Yoder’s Strawberry Acres. The dew was still heavy in the air, and the birds were starting to wake up from their nighttime slumber as Emma was
“An industrious wife is the best savings account.” Amish Proverb Rebecca balanced a clothes basket on her hip as she pushed open the screen door that led to the side porch. The squeaky hinge echoed as it slammed behind her scattering a small flock of barn swallows
The sun was shining, the trees were starting to show signs of spring, and everyone Teena and Lizzy passed had a smile on their face enjoying the first warm day of spring. All around they both agreed it was a perfect day for a trip to the dry goods store to set their
The soothing clip-clop of her horse’s hooves did nothing to calm Emma’s anxiety over her morning delivery. She’d gotten up early to get all of her chores done so she could get a fresh batch of flowers cut and wouldn’t feel rushed.
The aroma of apples and cinnamon still lingered on Emma Byler’s scarf as she took a shortcut through the field on her way home. She’d spent the morning making apple butter with some of her friends and was humming Amazing Grace as she made her way through the field
The aroma of bacon from breakfast still lingered in the air as Stella sat at the table finishing the last of her morning coffee. Her family had eaten, and all left to start their day. At the moment the house was quiet, and she was enjoying the