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“I don’t remember seeing the truck until it pulled in front of her buggy forcing her to stop. A man got out of the truck and tried to pull her out of the buggy. When I heard her scream I ran toward them yelling something. I think that was the first time he saw me because I’d been squatting down beside my car.”
“And you can’t remember anything about the truck? The color, the make?”
“It was dark. I was focused on reaching a woman in trouble.”
“It’s okay. I understand.”
“The man trying to pull her out of the buggy let go of her arm and spun to face me. I saw her whip her horse and make a break for it. That’s when a second man got out of the truck. He made a grab for her bridle, but she shot past him and got away.”
“Thanks to you.”
“I didn’t do that much. Anyway, at that point, I realized I was facing two lunatics with nothing but my car keys in my hand. I bolted for my car. I guess I didn’t make it because that’s the last thing I remember. Do you have any idea why they dumped my body on Eli Imhoff’s lane?”
“My guess? It was a warning to frighten their Amish victim into keeping her mouth shut.”
“I don’t understand.”
“The Amish are tight-lipped with outsiders, but the news of you being found traveled like wildfire through the community. The blacksmith sign at the end of Eli’s lane would have told them it was an Amish farm even if they weren’t familiar with the area.”
“Are you going to question Sally?”
“I have to. I don’t want the same thing to happen to another woman—one who might not be so lucky.” Nick’s determination to see justice done reverberated in his tone. Jonathan knew Nick would do everything in his power to protect the people in his district and solve this crime.
A short while later they had reached the outskirts of Hope Springs and Nick pulled to a stop in front of the Needles and Pins fabric shop. Jonathan knew his purpose for coming to Hope Springs was about to be realized. After he spoke to Sarah Wyse, he had no reason to remain in the United States. He could go home.
Home was a small apartment above the stables at the farm Aaron and Bethany had owned, but it wasn’t where his heart lay. His heart would remain in Hope Springs with a bossy, devout Amish woman named Karen Imhoff.
Nick asked, “Do you want me to come in with you when you talk to Sarah? I’ve had some experience breaking this kind of news to people.”
“No thanks. I need to do this myself.” Jonathan took a moment to pray silently.
Please God, give me the right words to say. Let me bring Your comfort and blessing to this woman in her hour of sorrow.
Nick said, “Sarah is a strong woman. Stronger than you know. It will be hard for her to hear her sister is gone, but it’s better to know the truth.”
“The Amish are strong, aren’t they? Their faith is overwhelming in the face of every hardship. I admire them deeply.”
Nick laid a hand on Jonathan’s arm. “Many of them admire you, too. You’ll always be welcome in Hope Springs, Jonathan Dresher.”
Karen moved through her days like a woman in mourning. Every corner of the house, every spot in the barn and on the farm carried some memory of her time with John.
Jonathan, she corrected herself. He’d had his life restored. He would be back at his job and with his friends by now.
With sad irony she realized that now she was the one who wanted to forget. She wanted to erase the pain of losing the man she had loved with all her heart.
He had written her one letter in the weeks since he’d recovered his memory. It had been a lengthy missive about his life and what happened before they met. He had signed it, “All my love, John.”
She kept it under her pillow and took it out each night. It still brought tears to her eyes but she would never discard it. It was all she had of him.
On the second Sunday following Jonathan’s departure, she went through the motions of getting ready for church. She put on her best dress and packed food for the dinner afterward. She went through the familiar motions of living because she didn’t know how to do anything else.
Everyone in her family seemed to understand. They made no demands on her time. Instead, they looked after themselves better than they ever had before. Nettie came frequently to lend a hand with the household chores that would soon be hers.
Now, when Karen needed to be needed the most, her family was proving they could do without her.
The trip to William Fisher’s farm for services was long and cold and they arrived with only a few minutes to spare. Karen and her family quickly filed into the house and took their places on the wooden benches, men on one side, women on the other. She kept her head down and focused on her hymnbook and prayed for the strength she needed to get through one more day.
Anna tugged on Karen’s sleeve and whispered. “Look, there is John.”
Karen’s head snapped up. She scanned the room around her. Anna pointed to the back row of the men’s benches. It was John. Karen’s heart hammered in her ears so loudly she thought she might faint. She pressed her hand to her mouth to hold back a gasp.
He was dressed in plain clothes and seated between Reuben Beachy and Elam Sutter. When he caught sight of her, he winked.
She turned back to face the preacher. He had winked at her in church. Jonathan Dresher had come back to Hope Springs. Why? Did she dare hope that he was back for good?
As the singing started, Karen added her voice to the others in humble prayer and gratitude for the Lord’s blessing, but her mind was turning like a windmill in a gale. When the song was finished, she endured the longest preaching service of her life.
The minute the final amen sounded, Karen shot to her feet and waited impatiently for the crowd to get out the doors. Outside, she lost no time in locating Jonathan. He was standing by her father and Jacob. The three of them were laughing and smiling like it was any other day. Eli caught sight of her. “Karen, look who has returned.”
Jonathan’s gray eyes filled with deep emotion when his gaze fell upon her. He said, “Hello.”
Karen’s voice had fled. She could only stare. The foolish hope that he had come back for her bloomed in her heart.
Anna launched herself at Jonathan and threw her arms around his waist. “John, I knew you wouldn’t forget me.”
He swung her up to his shoulder and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Smiling at Karen, he said, “I find all the Imhoff women are…unforgettable.”
“We’ve missed you so much.” Anna said the words Karen wanted to say but couldn’t.
“I’ve missed you, too.” Setting the child down, he cupped the back of her head and dropped a kiss on her bonnet. She clung to his hand, looking up with adoration shining in her eyes.
Noah, hopping with impatience, began peppering Jonathan with questions. “Did you go all the way to New Zealand and back already? Did you fly in a plane? Did you know the sheriff caught the men who beat you up? They’d been stealing a whole bunch of stuff from Amish people.”
“Yes, yes and yes, I knew they’d been arrested.” Jonathan answered Noah, but his eyes never left Karen.
Realization dawned on her and the foolish hope in her heart withered. He’d come back because of the arrest, not because of her. He would be needed at the trial.
She found her voice at last. “How long are you going to be staying? You must come and have supper with us while you are here.”
“I’m going to be staying for a long, long time. As long as God and you will let me.”
She blinked hard. What was he saying?
Several of the men who knew him had come up to greet him. Among the handshakes and well-wishes of Jonathan’s friends, Karen found herself crowded backward.
“Are you moving here?” Jacob sounded as confused as Karen felt.
Jonathan nodded. “Ja. The organization I work for is leasing a small farm not far away. Our need for more stable space in this part of the country is growing because of the recent chang
es in U.S. horse-slaughter laws.”
Several of the local men nodded. One said, “We have heard of this. Broken-down racehorses used to be sold for meat, but now they can’t be unless they are shipped out of the country.”
Jonathan nodded. “That’s right. More of them are being abandoned now than ever. We will take them in, retrain them for riding or pulling buggies and find them proper homes.”
“You will need good harnesses for these horses.” Reuben Beachy’s eyes lit up at the prospect of new business.
“I will. I’ll need hay and grain and repair work done on the stables.”
“You will need a good farrier, too,” Eli added.
“That I will,” Jonathan agreed. Looking down at Anna, he said, “I will need my Amish tutor again and I will need to study the Amish ways so that one day I may take the vows of your faith.”
A murmur of surprise rippled through the group. Karen’s breath froze in her throat as tears sprang to her eyes. He was planning to join her faith. He had declared it in front of everyone.
“After that, I’ll need a wife.” He looked over the crowd to where Karen was standing.
Anna shouted, “I’ll marry you.”
Everyone laughed at that, everyone but Karen. Stepping between the men, she grabbed Jonathan’s sleeve and pulled him toward the Fishers’ greenhouse without a word to anyone.
Inside the plastic enclosure, surrounded by the smell of earth and new plants, she turned to Jonathan and crossed her arms to keep from hugging him. “Is it true?”
He smiled at her tenderly. “Yes. In time, I will marry you, Karen Imhoff. Never doubt it.”
Her heart melted with joy. She threw her arms around him holding him as tight as she could. She never wanted to let go again. “Oh, I’ve missed you so much.”
She felt his lips on her forehead. “I’ve missed you, too, darling.”
Holding her away from him, he looked into her eyes. “The moment I reached New Zealand I realized I couldn’t stay there. I belong here. With you. With your people. I’m never leaving again.”
He pulled her close once more. She returned his embrace with such joy in her heart that she thought she might die of it.
“I dreamed of this,” she whispered.
“Wake up, my little heart. I’m not a dream. I’m a flesh-and-blood man who loves the most wonderful woman in the world.”
“Nee, I will not open my eyes. You will be gone.”
“I won’t, but I do see one problem with our courtship. Ah, make that three problems.”
She looked up to find him smiling. He nodded behind her. Noah, Anna and Jacob had their faces cupped against the plastic walls trying to see in. Karen grinned at Jonathan. “I’m sure they will not object to our courtship as they know you plan to become Amish.”
He planted a quick kiss on her lips. “I wasn’t thinking about an objection. I thought Amish couples kept their courting a secret. I don’t think that’s going to happen for us.”
She patted his cheek. “I can live with that. Can you?”
He drew her close once more. “As long as I know you will be mine, I can live with anything. God has blessed me, Karen. I will praise Him always.”
“He has blessed us both.”
Smiling tenderly at her, he said, “I’d like a Christmas wedding.”
She smiled back. “I think we can arrange that.”
She lifted her face for Jonathan’s kiss and gave thanks as her long-hidden love bloomed like a beautiful rose.
Dear Reader,
I hope you enjoyed AN AMISH CHRISTMAS. It’s hard to believe another holiday season is upon us already. I want to take this opportunity to wish all of you a very merry Christmas as well as a happy and prosperous New Year. As we get caught up in the frantic pace of holiday shopping and party planning I pray each of us can find a quiet minute every day to reflect as the Amish do on the true meaning of the season.
Christmas blessings to all and to all a good night.
QUESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION
Karen Imhoff is the caretaker of her family, their surrogate mother. In what way did that role affect her relationship with John Doe?
Was Karen right to offer John a place to stay? Why or why not?
How did John’s amnesia allow him to fit in with the Imhoff family?
Would it have been more difficult for John to fit in with the Amish culture if his memory had been intact? Why or why not?
Which of the Imhoff children did you identify with most closely? Why?
Were you surprised to learn that many Amish buggy horses are former racehorses?
The Amish practice of providing homes for their elderly relatives by building “grandfather houses” attached to the primary home seems like a wonderful custom. What problems or benefits do you see with this type of arrangement?
The Amish often turn a blind eye to their teenager’s behavior during their rumspringa or running around years. Is there a lesson to be learned here for modern parents?
Karen believed that God had a purpose for placing John Doe in her care. It is sometimes easy to think what we want is also what God wants for us. How can we avoid falling into the trap of following our own will and not the will of God?
What was your favorite scene in this story and why?
What was your least favorite part of the story and why?
Anna felt that God didn’t want her because she survived the carriage accident that killed other members of her family. Has there been a time in your life when you felt that God had turned away from you? How did you overcome that feeling?
What part of “Amish living” would you find most difficult to maintain?
Eli Imhoff tried to keep God first in his business dealings. How can we keep God first in our own business lives?
What part of plain living do you wish you could incorporate into your own life without turning off the electricity?
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*Brides of Amish Country
“You are a pilot?” Rebecca asked.
“Yes.”
Sadness settled over her. “I once knew a young Amish man who wanted to fly. Is it wonderful to soar above the earth like a bird?”
“It has its moments. What happened to him?”
She fought back tears. “The lure of the world pulled him away from our faith and he never came back.”
After a long pause, he asked, “Were the two of you close?”
“Ja, very close.” Why was she sharing this with a stranger? Perhaps, because in some odd way he reminded her of Gideon.
“Did you ever think about going with him?”
She smiled sadly. “I didn’t believe he would leave. For a long time I thought it was my fault, but I know now that it was not.”
Booker stepped closer. “How can you be so sure?”
“Because he vowed to live by the rules of our Amish faith. If he could turn his back on God, it was not because
of me.”
Books by Patricia Davids
Love Inspired
His Bundle of Love
Love Thine Enemy
Prodigal Daughter
The Color of Courage
Military Daddy
A Matter of the Heart
A Military Match
A Family for Thanksgiving
*Katie’s Redemption
*The Doctor’s Blessing
*An Amish Christmas
*The Farmer Next Door
*The Christmas Quilt
Love Inspired Suspense
A Cloud of Suspicion
Speed Trap
PATRICIA DAVIDS
After thirty-five years as a nurse, Pat has hung up her stethoscope to become a full-time writer. She enjoys spending her new free time visiting her grandchildren, doing some long-overdue yard work and traveling to research her story locations. She resides in Wichita, Kansas. Pat always enjoys hearing from her readers. You can visit her on the web at www.patriciadavids.com.
The Christmas Quilt
Patricia Davids
For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways, declares the Lord.
As the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts higher than your thoughts.
—Isaiah 55:8–9
For my cousin Kay.
Eternal rest, grant unto her, O Lord,
and let perpetual light shine upon her.
May she rest in peace.
Amen.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight