been so nice to spend time with you. I’m happy to have been able to share Honor and Luke’s story. This time, the Amish matchmaker really had her hands full, didn’t she? When Luke showed up at Honor’s door that very first day, I was afraid Honor wouldn’t let him in! And then where would my story have gone?
Thank goodness Honor had such a steady head and opened that door. I think the moment she saw Luke again, she secretly saw the possibility of love and happiness. Once or twice, though, I was afraid those naughty boys would put an end to the romance before it really got going. I think the Lord guided Luke, though, don’t you? And in the end, true love—God’s and the love between Luke and Honor—brought the couple together.
I hope that you enjoyed Luke and Honor’s journey in search of happiness. Keep an eye out for my new Amish series, set in Chestnut Grove, where a blended family is just beginning their new life together.
Wishing you peace and joy,
Emma Miller
Then came Peter to him, and said, Lord,
how oft shall my brother sin against me,
and I forgive him? till seven times? Jesus saith
unto him, I say not unto thee, Until seven times:
but, Until seventy times seven.
—Matthew 18:21–22
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Luke Weaver lifted the collar of his lined jean jacket to his neck, pulled down his still-wet black hat and made his way toward the exit of the convenience store and the raw December morning.
“That is you, isn’t it?” the college-aged boy behind the register called after Luke. He pointed to the TV screen mounted above the snacks section. “Look!” he proclaimed to several customers. “That guy’s the mystery cowboy they’re looking for! He’s the hero that rescued those people from the bus wreck in Pennsylvania last night!”
Luke kept walking. The last thing he wanted was to be recognized in his hometown of Dover, Delaware. When a tractor trailer had skidded on an icy highway the previous night, causing a multivehicle collision, he’d been in the midst of it. The bus he’d been riding had flipped on its side and slid down an embankment into a deep drainage pond. With icy water fast pouring in and people panicking, he hadn’t considered that his photo might end up being plastered all over the national news.
Luke had acted without thinking. He’d pulled the unconscious driver to safety and then broken a window to assist a mother and several small children out of the sinking bus. He’d gone back into the rapidly submerging vehicle twice to help other trapped passengers before state troopers and paramedics arrived. One of the officers had asked who he was, but not wanting to draw attention to himself, he’d refused to give his name. And that had only made things worse because the news media had made a big thing of it. Now everyone was hunting for the mystery cowboy, calling him a real-life superhero.
“Hey, mister! Are you the super cowboy?” a woman headed toward the doors to the convenience store asked as he stepped out. “You look just like him.”
Luke strode down Lepore Street. He was supposed to meet someone from the Seven Poplars Amish community at the bus stop, but he wasn’t hanging around. He’d find his own way to Sara Yoder’s home.
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