He gazed down at her in confusion.
Clearing her throat, she looked up at him and drew a long breath. “I’m going with you.”
*
Inside Old Sam Beachy’s barn, Rebecca poured out her dilemma to her dear friend. Afterwards, Buddy whimpered sympathetically at her feet. Rebecca reached down from her rocking chair opposite Old Sam’s workbench and obediently stroked the Irish setter behind his ears. The canine closed his eyes in contentment.
Old Sam was famous for his hope chests. He certainly wasn’t the only person to put together the pieces, but he was a brilliant artist who etched beautiful, personalized designs into the lids.
Rebecca had looked at his beloved Esther as a second mother. Since she’d succumbed to pneumonia a couple of years ago, Rebecca had tried to return her kindness to the old widower. So did her friends, Rachel and Annie. The trio took care of him. Rachel listened to Sam’s horse-and-buggy stories. Annie baked him delicious sponge cakes while Rebecca picked him fresh flowers.
Drawing a long breath, Rebecca wondered what advice he’d give. Whatever it was would be good. Because no one was wiser than Old Sam. She crossed her legs at the ankles. Sawdust floated in the air. Rebecca breathed in the woodsy smell of oak.
When he started to speak, she sat up a little straighter. “The real secret to happiness is not what we give or receive; it’s what we share. I would consider your help to William and his parents a gift from the heart. At the same time, a clear conscience is a soft pillow. You want to have the blessing of our bishop and your parents. The last thing you want is a scandal about you and William living under the same roof.”
Rebecca let out a deep, thoughtful sigh as she considered his wisdom. In the background, she could hear Ginger enter her stall from the pasture. Old Sam’s horse snorted. And that meant she wanted an apple.
Sam’s voice prompted Rebecca to meet his gaze. “Rebecca, I can give you plenty of advice. But the most important thing I can tell you is to pray.”
Rebecca nodded and crossed her arms over her chest.
“But remember: Do not ask the Lord to guide your footsteps if you’re not willing to move your feet.”
*
Rebecca was fully aware that William was ready to leave. In her front yard, she hugged her baby sister, Emily, shoving a rebellious strand of blond hair out of her face. Rebecca planted an affectionate kiss on brother Peter’s cheek. “Be good.”
Pete’s attention was on Rebecca just long enough to say good-bye. As she turned to her father, the two kids started screaming and chasing each other in a game of tag. Emily nearly tripped over a chicken in the process. Rebecca was quick to notice the uncertain expression on Old Sam’s face.
The sweet, creamy smell of homemade butter competed with the aroma of freshly baked bread. Both enticing scents floated out of the open kitchen windows. Tonight, Rebecca would miss Mamma’s dinner. It would be the first time Rebecca hadn’t eaten with her family.
Her heart pumped to an uncertain beat. But she’d never let her fear show. Ever since the death of her other little sister, Rebecca had learned to put on a brave façade. Her family depended on her for strength.
Rebecca’s father grasped her hands and gave them a tight squeeze. She immediately noted that his arms shook. It stunned her to realize that his embrace was more of a nervous gesture than an offer of support. And the expression on his face was anything but encouraging. Rebecca understood his opposition to what she was about to do. Her father’s approval was important to her, and it bothered her to seem disrespectful.
All of her life, she’d tried hard to please him. They’d never even argued. In fact, this was the first time she’d gone against his wishes. But William was her future. She wanted to be by his side whenever he needed her.
In a gruff, firm voice, her father spoke. “Be careful, Becca. You know how I feel. I’m disappointed that William hasn’t convinced you to stay. You belong here. In Arthur.”
He pushed out a frustrated breath. “But you’re of age to make your own decision. We’ve made arrangements with Beth so that living under the same roof with William will be proper. We trust she’ll be a responsible chaperone while you’re with the Conrads. Just come home soon. We need your help with chores.”
He pointed an authoritative finger. “And never let the English ways influence you. They will tempt you to be like them, Becca. Remember your faith.”
Rebecca responded with a teary nod. When she finally faced Mamma, she forced a brave smile. But the tightness in her throat made it difficult to say good-bye.
Mamma’s deep blue eyes clouded with moisture. With one swift motion, Rebecca hugged her. For long moments, she was all too aware of how much she would miss that security. The protection only a parent could offer.
Much too soon, Mamma released her and held her at arm’s length. When Rebecca finally turned to Old Sam, he stepped forward and handed her a cardboard container with handles.
She met his gaze and lifted a curious brow. “This is for me?”
He nodded. “I hope you like it.” He pointed. “Go ahead. Take it out.”
Everyone was quiet while she removed the gift. As she lifted the hope chest, she caught her breath. There was a unanimous sound of awe from the group. “Old Sam …” She focused on the design etched into the lid. “It’s absolutely beautiful! I will treasure it the rest of my life.”
“You always bring me fresh flowers, so I thought you’d like the bouquet.”
She glanced at William before turning her attention back to Sam. “I’m taking the miniature hope chest with me.”
Sam’s voice was low and edged with emotion. “I will pray for your safety. And remember that freedom is not to do as you please, but the liberty to do as you ought. And the person who sows seeds of kindness will have a perpetual harvest. That’s you, Rebecca.”
Rebecca blinked as salty tears filled her eyes. With great care, she returned the hope chest to its box on the bright green blades of grass.
Old Sam’s voice cracked. “You come back soon. And if you want good advice, consult an old man.” A grin tugged at Rebecca’s lips. Sam knew every proverb in the book. She’d miss hearing him recount them.
“Thank you again. I can’t wait to start putting away special trinkets for the children I will have some day.”
When she looked up at him, he merely nodded approval.
William’s voice startled her from her thoughts. “Rebecca, it’s time to head out. It’s gonna be a long drive.”
Her gaze remained locked with Mamma’s. Mary Sommer’s soft voice shook with emotion. “This is the first time you’ve left us. But you’re strong.”
Rebecca squeezed her eyes closed for several heartbeats.
As if to reassure herself, her mother went on. “We hope Daniel recovers quickly. William needs you. In the meantime, God will keep both of you in His hands. Don’t forget that. Always pray. And remember what we’ve taught you. Everything you’ve learned in church.”
“Jah.”
“It’s never been a secret that God gave you a special gift for accepting challenges. I’ll never forget the time you jumped into that creek to save your brother. You pulled him to shore.”
Rebecca grinned. “I remember.”
“Rumspringa might be the most important time in your life. But be very careful. There will be temptations in the English world. In fact, the bishop is concerned that you will decide against joining the Amish church.”
“I know who I am.”
A tear rolled down Mamma’s cheek while she slipped something small and soft between Rebecca’s palms. Rebecca glanced down at the crocheted cover.
“I put together this Scripture book to help you while you’re away, Rebecca. When you have doubts or fears, read it. The good words will comfort and give you strength. You can even share them with Beth. She’s going through a difficult time. Your daed and I will pray for you every day.” She paused. “Lend Daniel your support. The bishop wants you to set three additi
onal goals and accomplish them while you’re gone. Give them careful consideration. They must be unselfish and important. Doing this will make your mission even more significant.”
After a lengthy silence, William addressed the Sommers in a reassuring voice. “I’ll take good care of her. You can be sure of that.”
Rebecca’s dad raised his chin and directed his attention to William. “We expect nothing less.”
Long, tense moments passed while her father and William locked gazes. Several heartbeats later, Eli Sommer stepped forward. “I don’t approve of my Becca going so far away. I’m holding you responsible for her, William. If anything happens …”
William darted an unsure glance at Rebecca before responding. “I understand your concern. That’s why I didn’t encourage her to come.”
Rebecca raised her chin and regarded both of them. “I’ve given this a lot of thought. I’ll go. And I’ll come back, safe and sound.”
Rebecca listened with dread as her father continued making his case. She knew William wouldn’t talk back. And she wasn’t about to change her mind about going.
“Daed, it’s my decision. Please don’t worry.”
Before he could argue, she threw her arms around him and gave him a tight, reassuring hug. After she stepped away, William motioned toward the black Cadillac. As Rebecca drew a deep breath, her knees trembled, and her heart pounded like a jackhammer. Finally, she forced her jellylike legs to move. She didn’t turn around as William opened her door.
Before stepping inside, Rebecca put Mamma’s scripture book inside the hope chest. William took the box from her and placed it in the middle of the backseat. Rebecca brought very little with her. Just one small suitcase that her father placed in the trunk.
With great hesitation, she waved good-bye. She forced a confident smile, but her entire body shook. She sat very still as Daniel’s second cousin, Ethan, backed the car out of the drive. Gravel crunched under the tires. This wasn’t Rebecca’s first ride in an automobile. Car rides were not uncommon in the Amish community.
Trying to convince herself she was doing the right thing, she gently pushed the down arrow by her door handle, and the window opened. Rebecca turned in her seat and waved until the sad faces of her family, their plain-looking wooden-framed house built by her great-grandfather, and Old Sam, disappeared.
William turned to her. A worry crease crept across his forehead. The cleft in his chin became more pronounced. “Rebecca, your dad’s right. I should have made you stay. The last thing I want to do is create tension between you two.”
“It wasn’t your choice. As far as my father’s concerned…” She gave a frustrated shake of her head. “I don’t like displeasing him either. On the other hand, it’s not right for me to stay here and send you off to save Daniel’s shop all by yourself.” She shrugged.
In silence, she thought about what she’d just said. She nervously ran her hand over the smooth black leather seat.
“You can adjust the air vents,” Ethan announced, turning briefly to make eye contact with her.
She was thankful she didn’t have to travel to the Indiana countryside by horse and buggy. She rather enjoyed the soft, barely audible purring of the engine.
Next to her, she eyed the cardboard and pulled out the mini hope chest, setting the box on the floor. She smiled a little.
“Old Sam is something else.” William’s voice was barely more than a whisper.
“Jah. I can’t wait to tell him about our trip.” Rebecca giggled. “I’ll miss listening to him grumble while he works in the barn. I enjoy watching him make those elaborate chests that he sells to the stores in town.”
William gave a small nod. “He loves you three girls.”
“Thank goodness that Annie and Rachel will be around to keep him company.”
The three friends had loved Esther. Now they took care of Old Sam. He was like an uncle to them. But Rebecca was leaving the world she knew. Would she fit in with the English?
About the Author
LISA JONES BAKER grew up near a small Amish town in Illinois that she frequented with her family on weekends. She’s also a dog lover and a fan of Scottsdale, Arizona, where she spent nearly two decades. Lisa graduated from Illinois State University with a French major, has been on 5 out of 7 continents, and considers her parents the best in the world. Raised in a Christian home, Lisa has always been blessed with love and support. Visit her online at LisaJonesBaker.com.
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