The Healing Season. Ruth Axtell Morren

      

      Praise for

      RUTH AXTELL MORREN

      and her novels

      DAWN IN MY HEART

      “Morren turns in a superior romantic historical.”

      —Booklist

      “Morren’s tales are always well plotted and fascinating, and this one is no exception. 4½ stars.”

      —Romantic Times BOOKreviews

      LILAC SPRING

      “Lilac Spring blooms with heartfelt yearning and genuine conflict as Cherish and Silas seek God’s will for their lives. Fascinating details about 19th-century shipbuilding are planted here and there, bringing an historical feel to this faith-filled romance.”

      —Liz Curtis Higgs, bestselling author of Whence Came a Prince

      WILD ROSE

      Selected as a Booklist Top 10 Christian Novel for 2005

      “The charm of the story lies in Morren’s ability to portray real passion between her characters. Wild Rose is not so much a romance as an old-fashioned love story.”

      —Booklist

      WINTER IS PAST

      “Ruth Axtell Morren writes with skill, sensitivity and great heart about the things that matter most…. Make room on your keeper shelf for a new favorite.”

      —New York Times bestselling author Susan Wiggs

      “Inspires readers toward a deeper trust in the transforming power of God…[Readers] will find in Winter Is Past a novel not to be put down and a new favorite author.”

      —Christian Retailing

      The Healing Season

      Ruth Axtell Morren

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      For Justin, Adája and André.

      Thanks, guys, for putting up with a writing

      mom. When I dotted the final i and crossed

      the final t on this one, André said,

      “Great, that means you won’t be on the

      computer 24/7 anymore.”

      Only until the next story beckons…

      But unto you that fear my name shall the sun of righteousness arise with healing in his wings.

      —Malachi 4:2

      The Bible is a book of reversals. Old things become new, the dead come to life, the lost are found. Even those who were the vilest of sinners are now empowered by grace to become the virgin bride of Jesus Christ.

      —Francis Frangipane,

      Holiness, Truth and the Presence of God

      Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      Chapter Eighteen

      Chapter Nineteen

      Chapter Twenty

      Chapter Twenty-One

      Epilogue

      Questions for Discussion

      Author’s Note

      Chapter One

      London, 1817

      The sight that greeted Ian Russell as he stood in the doorway of the dark, malodorous room gave him that sense of helplessness he hated. It was in stark contrast to those times when he was setting a bone or stitching up a wound, knowing he was actively assisting a person in his recovery.

      This situation was the kind where he knew his pitifully small store of skills would be of little use.

      Here, only God’s grace could save the pathetically young woman lying on the iron bed in front of him, her life ebbing from her like the tide in the Thames, leaving exposed the muddy rocks and embankments on each side.

      Blood soaked the covers all around the lower half of the bed. Ian crossed the small room in a few strides and set down his square, black case at the foot of the bed.

      The women were always young: fourteen, fifteen, twenty, sometimes even thirty—if they lived that long. Women in their prime, their lives snuffed out by the life growing within them. This one didn’t appear to be more than seventeen or eighteen.

      As he began drawing back the bedclothes, he looked at the only other occupant of the dim room—a young woman sitting beside the bed.

      “Will…will she be all right?” she asked fearfully. He spared her another glance and found himself caught by her breathtaking loveliness. Large, long-lashed eyes appealed to him for reassurance. Strands of light-colored hair framed delicately etched features as if an artist’s finest brush had been used to trace the slim nose, the fragile curve of her cheek, the pert bow of her lips.

      He blinked, realizing he’d been staring. “I don’t know,” he answered honestly before clearing his mind of everything but saving the life of the pale girl lying on the sodden bed.

      “Can you tell me what happened?” he asked, attempting to determine whether it was a miscarriage by nature, or a young woman’s attempt to abort an unwanted life.

      As he lifted the girl’s skirts and measured the extent of dilation, he listened to the other woman’s low, hesitant account.

      “She had…tried to drink something…several things, I think…but nothing worked. I think she grew desperate and tried to get rid of it herself.” She raised her hand and showed him the knitting needle. “I found this beside her.”

      It didn’t bode well. Blood poisoning could already have set in. If the girl contracted a severe case of fever, she’d be dead in a few days. He prayed she hadn’t punctured anything but the membranes.

      Sending a plea heavenward, Ian set to work to stop the bleeding.

      “Can you remove her