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Authors: Nancy Mehl

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BOOK: Unbreakable
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Pastor Mendenhall grunted. “No, Hope. Sophie chose her own path. I do not believe you could have made a difference.”

I sighed. “But I will always wish I'd tried harder.”

“The road behind us only leads us the wrong way, Hope,” Pastor Mendenhall said softly. “It's time everyone in Kingdom start looking to the future.” He put the page he'd read with the others in the envelope. “I am glad I shared this letter with you.” He slid the envelope back into his pocket and stood to his feet. “I must be on my way now. There are others I must visit.”

When I stood up, the pastor reached for my hands. I held them out and he clasped them. “Pray for her, Hope. Keep Sophie in your heart and in your prayers. She is one of ours, and I believe she will come home to us someday.”

“I will certainly pray for her, Pastor,” I said.

He shook hands with Papa and left. His meeting with us had left me feeling a little drained.

“I hope everyone will be as forgiving as our pastor,” Papa said as we stood at the front door and watched Pastor Mendenhall walk across the street. “I am fearful that some folks will not understand.”

“I believe our prayers will help.”

“I am sorry to engage you in another serious conversation, Hope,” Papa said. “But after speaking with Herman, there is something I must say to you.”

The seriousness in his tone made my heart sink. What now? Were the days in my beloved quilt shop coming to an end sooner than I'd anticipated? “What is it, Papa?”

He sat back down at the table, and I joined him. “The past few days have helped me clarify my thoughts in several areas,” he said slowly. “First of all, I realize how close I came to losing you.” He reached out and took my hand. “But as I pondered that, I also became aware that God took care of you, and in the end, you are not really mine to lose. God has given you a life, and that life belongs to Him.” He squeezed my hand and blinked back tears.

“I will always be your loving daughter, Papa. No matter what.”

He smiled. “I know that you love me, Hope. I have tried to keep you close to me because I was afraid. Afraid of losing you like I lost your mother. Unfortunately, my actions were out of fear, not out of faith. It was wrong. You are a mature young woman. Old enough to make your own choices.”

“What are you saying, Papa?”

“I am going to run the saddle and tack store,” he replied, “but you will run the quilt shop yourself. If you want to.”

“Oh, Papa, it would mean so much to me. I love this place. I feel so close to Mama here.”

He let go of my hand and patted my cheek. “I do too. You will do a wonderful job. I have no doubt about it. And if you ever need help, I will be right across the street.”

I leaned over and hugged him. “I will always need my Papa.”

“And I will always need my sweet Hope,” he whispered.

I sat back, took a tissue from a nearby box, and dabbed
at my wet eyes. “You said you found clarity in several areas, Papa. Was there something else?”

He sighed deeply. “Yes. When you were in danger, I wasn't there. I thank God for protecting you, but I saw that there were two other men willing to put themselves in harm's way to keep you safe when I couldn't.” He ran his hands over his legs. “These old legs weren't in any shape to run to your aid. As strange as it sounds, knowing two good men stood in my place helped me to see that you don't need me to take care of you anymore.”

“But Papa . . .”

He shook his head. “No, Daughter. Not only do I speak the truth, but it brings peace to my mind. One day you will marry, and that man should be the one who stands first in line as your defender.”

“Papa, you said
two
good men. Are you saying that you've changed your mind about Jonathon?”

He smiled. “Once I realized I had to release you to live your own life, I was able to see him through your eyes instead of through my judgmental way of thinking. I have not changed my beliefs, Hope. I still stand by our doctrine of peace to all men. But I realize now that sometimes standing firm in what we believe takes more than words. It may require everything we have—everything we hold dear.”

“Yes, I know,” I said quietly. “I've always admired you because you won't back down from what you think is right. Even when others disagree or when circumstances and emotions make it look like you might be wrong. Real faith is believing God no matter what.” I shook my head. “I've seen real courage expressed in the past few days, Papa, by people like you
standing unbroken in faith. And I've seen the deliverance of God. I know He will stand by His promises, and I am determined to trust Him with all of my life, not just part of it.”

My father nodded. “I believe that too, Daughter. Sometimes walking through the fire burns away the useless things in our lives and refines what is left.” He got up and came over to me, wrapping his arms around me. “And what I see in you is gold, my darling daughter. Pure gold.”

“Thank you, Papa,” I whispered. When he released me, I went to the window and gazed out at our town. “I've also come to understand that we will all make choices in our walk with God. Some choices will be right. Some may be wrong. God doesn't ask us to understand everything. He just asks us to keep our hearts right. In the end, I believe we will be judged only by what we knew and how we responded to it. The things we didn't understand won't matter.”

“I know what I believe. I believe I have a very wise daughter.”

“Thank you, Papa.” I turned to look at him. “I finished my wedding quilt, and I intend to give it to someone. Do you want to see the final square?”

Papa gazed at me for a moment, and then he shook his head. “I know whatever name is sewn into the last square is the right one. The man you intend to give the quilt to should see it before I do.”

I stood up and took the box from under the counter. “Will you watch the shop for a while?”

“I would be happy to do that, Daughter.” He smiled. “Go with God, my Hope. I will be praying for you.”

I put the box under my arm and left. After securing it
under the carriage seat and waiting for Beau to jump up next to me, I flicked the reins, urging Daisy into the street. Summer was approaching, and the afternoons were growing warmer. Thankfully, a nice breeze cooled the air and kept the ride pleasant.

Finally I reached my destination. I was tying Daisy up to a fence post when I saw him. He was walking from the barn and noticed me watching him. After hesitating a moment, he came over to where I waited. Beau left my side and ran up next to him. He bent down to pet Beau before joining me at the fence.

“It's good to see you, Hope,” he said slowly, looking surprised. “But why are you here?”

“I brought you something.” I went back to the buggy and took the box out from under the seat. I walked over and handed it to him.

“What is it?”

I smiled. “It's a wedding quilt. I started it months ago, but I finally completed it today. You probably know that usually the names of the bride and groom are stitched into the final square. I thought you might like to see how I finished it.”

He opened the box and took out the quilt, turning it over until he found the last square. He ran his fingers over the names. “I . . . I don't understand.”

“I don't completely understand it either,” I said, “but until recently I've never had to really look at myself—or at what I believe. What this town has gone through has helped me to understand some things. Like what faith is and what's important. Who I am and what God wants for me. I've learned that all I have to do is be the person God created me to be.
With my strengths and even with my weaknesses.” I sighed. “Papa has always tried to protect me, and in many ways he ran my life. The truth is, I let him do it. It was easier that way. I didn't have to think for myself or make any decisions that were uncomfortable for me.”

“What's changed?”

I sighed and looked past him at the green wheat blowing gently in the breeze. “I've watched people, good people, struggle in their walk with God. Although I couldn't figure out exactly who was right and who was wrong, I saw real bravery. Real conviction. In the end I realized that none of us has all the answers, and that's okay. God doesn't expect perfection. He just wants us to trust Him. We each have a road to follow. My road may not be another's, but if we truly love Him, He'll lead us to the special place He's prepared for us. I'm ready to trust my instincts and believe God is guiding my steps. I don't have to know everything, and I don't have to be right all the time. I just have to take that next step of faith.”

“And what does that have to do with us?”

I gazed into his deep brown eyes. “You were willing to lay down your life for me. When you did that, I saw Jesus in you. And I knew. I knew you were the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.”

Ebbie shook his head. “Standing by my beliefs could have cost you your life.”

“I know that. You love me, Ebbie. Really love me. Yet you would have sacrificed yourself—and even me—to stay true to what you believe God wanted. He's truly first in your heart. That's the kind of man I can give my life to. The kind of
man I can trust to make our lives pleasing to Him. That is, if you'll have me.”

His eyes narrowed as he studied me. “What about Jonathon?”

“He's a good man who also did what he thought was right. This isn't about one of you being better than the other. It never was a contest. This is about finally realizing that you are the man God has for me, and I am the woman He has for you. After you broke up with me I tried to forget about us, but my heart wouldn't let you go. I know now that it was because God himself had placed you there.”

His eyes flushed with tears. “I feel the same way. But when I thought you were in love with Jonathon—”

“You released me, and you took the blame for our breakup. You would rather paint yourself in a negative light than have the fault fall back on me. I should have realized right then that you loved me with the kind of unselfish love only God could inspire.” I gazed deeply into his eyes. “When you look at me now, Ebbie, what do you see?”

A single tear rolled down his cheek as he nodded. “I see the kind of love that will last a lifetime.”

“Any doubts?”

He frowned. “I may still talk about things you aren't interested in.”

I laughed. “For some reason, I've become very interested in all kinds of topics. Especially ants. Such fascinating creatures. Did you know that ants actually have two stomachs?”

The corners of Ebbie's mouth twitched. “And where did you learn that?”

“I asked Leah for a book from the school library.”

His quick smile warmed me inside. “Are you sure about this, Hope? I can't go through another broken engagement. I don't think my heart could stand it.”

I held out my hand, and he took it. “No more broken engagements, Ebbie.” I ruffled his hair with my other hand.

“You're messing up my hair.”

“I know, but I like it that way.”

“Have you spoken to Jonathon?”

“Yes. We talked in the hospital. He was hurt but gracious. More than anything, he wanted what was best for me. What would make me happy. In the end, he wished us both well.”

Ebbie took a deep breath and handed me the quilt. Was he rejecting my proposal? Before I could ask his intentions, he got down on one knee and reached once again for my hand. “Hope, I love you. I have loved you ever since I first laid eyes on you. There is no one in this world for me but you. If you marry me, I will always keep God first in our lives, and I will love you forever. Hope Kauffman, will you marry me?”

“Yes, Ebbie Miller. I will marry you. And I will thank God every day that you are my husband.”

I took my hand from his and put the quilt back in its box. Then we stood to our feet, and Ebbie kissed me gently. His kiss felt so right. So natural. When he let me go, we laughed at each other's tears.

He suddenly grabbed me and turned me around. “Hope, look,” he said, his voice heavy with emotion.

I followed his gaze. Beau stared up sappily at us, his tail wagging so fast I could barely see it.

I leaned my head against Ebbie's shoulder. “It's a sign.”

He nodded and kissed the top of my head. Then he reached
down and patted Beau. “God has given us beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, and the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness.”

My heart soared at his words, and I thanked God that I had finally found myself by looking into the deep brown eyes of a man with unkempt hair, a spirit that refused to be broken, and the kind of love in his heart that would bind us together with God for the rest of our lives.

Discussion Questions
  1. At the beginning of
    Unbreakable
    , Jonathon Wiese expressed doctrinal views that differed from some of the other members of Kingdom Mennonite Church. Did you understand how he felt? Did you agree or disagree with him?
  2. In the media there have been several reports of people vandalizing churches and religious graveyards. This kind of persecution seems to be increasing. What do you think fuels these kinds of attacks? How should people of faith respond?
  3. Noah refused to help Jonathon and Roger guard the road to Kingdom. Did you agree with him? Why or why not?
  4. Lizzie had a hard time trusting Roger because of the way he treated her and other Kingdom children when they were in school. Was she right to be wary of him,
    or should she have simply accepted him without question? What would you have done?
  5. Samuel was so opposed to Jonathon's views that he treated him with suspicion even after Jonathon rescued Hope from an attack on the road. Do you think Samuel treated Jonathon unjustly?
  6. Should Ebbie have broken his engagement to Hope, or should he have fought for her?
  7. Were you able to feel compassion for Sophie Wittenbauer, or did you dislike her for her selfish choices?
  8. What about Sheriff Ford? Could you understand his bitterness toward the church after his wife ran away with his pastor? Have you witnessed anything like this in your own church? How can we avoid these hurtful incidents?
  9. If the citizens of Kingdom had been more willing to fight back, would it have saved Avery's life? Should they have been more proactive?
  10. How do you feel about the Mennonite belief in nonviolence? Do you understand the reasons they hold fast to this doctrine? Did reading
    Unbreakable
    change your mind?
  11. What did you think about the different ways Jonathon and Ebbie chose to defend Hope's life?
  12. Did Hope choose the right man to marry? Why or why not?

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