Courting Her Amish Heart

“What about the bishop and church leadership?”

“I’ll make them see this is for the gut of the community.”

“And what if you can’t?”

“As you said, don’t make plans for what might not happen. I can do this. I know I can. And I’m believing that they are all smart men who will be able to do what is gut for everyone.” Saying she could convince them and having the actual words that would sway them were two different things. She would go over her arguments for having a clinic and come up with counters for their arguments against. “You probably think all my efforts are going to be wasted, don’t you?”

“Let’s just say that you have a very steep uphill battle in front of you. And you think more like an Englisher than an Amish.”

She was afraid of that. And she had an accent to boot. She would talk to Dat and Mum—when the others weren’t around—to straighten out her thinking.

Lord, guide me in what to say and how to get my Amish brothers and sisters to accept me as their doctor. And...let Noah not think poorly of me for my aspirations.

* * *

On Saturday, Noah looked up with a start as Bishop Bontrager drove into his yard. He set aside the dog brush and sent Kaleidoscope off, then crossed to the man’s buggy as it came to a stop. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

The bishop didn’t get out of his buggy. “I have a favor to ask of you.”

“Of course.”

“You’re close with the Yoders, ja?”

“Ja.”

“Keep an eye on Kathleen. Let me know if there is anything I need be concerned about.”

Spy on Kathleen? “Do you suspect trouble?”

“I don’t know. She’s been gone a long time. I don’t want her stirring things up.”

Kind of like Kathleen’s plan with being a doctor. Though her intentions weren’t to cause trouble but to help. “I’ll let you know.”

“Danki.” Bishop Bontrager drove off.

Noah watched him leave. Should he have told the bishop Kathleen’s plans? He didn’t feel it was his place at the moment. Kathleen would let the church leaders know her plans soon enough. Tomorrow. For now, he would see how things played out.

The bishop’s visit had pulled Kathleen to the forefront of his mind when he’d worked hard to push thoughts of her back. Now with the bishop’s request, she would remain front and center. She had to if he was going to keep an eye on her. He liked the idea of keeping an eye on her, but not spying.

Lord, I don’t want to spy on her. How can I do as the bishop asks and not feel as though I’m betraying Kathleen or the Yoders?

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