The Hope

The Hope

by Patricia Davids

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Home isn’t just a place…

Amish widow Ruth Mast wants nothing to do with the handsome man from her past who just returned to Cedar Grove. Ruth learned the hard way that Owen Mast’s restlessness always causes trouble. But when a little Amish girl appears on Owen’s porch, lost and afraid, Ruth has no choice but to help the man who only ever causes heartbreak…

All Owen wanted was to make amends with Ruth and her family. He never imagined that little Grace—or the strange mystery surrounding her—would bring him closer to Ruth. Or that a tender and unexpected attraction would quickly take hold of them both. But even a wandering heart can grow roots…when there is hope for love.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781335041524
Publisher: Harlequin
Publication date: 11/19/2019
Series: The Amish of Cedar Grove
Edition description: Original
Pages: 384
Sales rank: 76,539
Product dimensions: 4.10(w) x 6.50(h) x 1.00(d)

About the Author

USA Today best-selling author Patricia Davids was born and raised in Kansas. After forty years as an NICU nurse, Pat switched careers to become an inspirational writer. She enjoys spending time with her daughter and grandchildren, traveling and playing with her dogs, who think fetch should be a twenty-four hour a day game. When not on the road or throwing a ball, Pat is happily dreaming up new stories.

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"How long does it take to close a door, Faron?" Ruth Mast pulled her last cookie sheet out of the oven and glanced over her shoulder. Her son wasn't paying attention.

How many times had she asked him that same question? Hundreds? Maybe more. Ever since he was old enough to reach the doorknob, he had been gazing out the open door for one reason or another. Her throat tightened at the memory of him as a small boy waiting for his friends to arrive so they could walk to school, or for his father to come in from his evening chores. Now that Faron was growing up, he looked more like his father every day. "Faron?"

"I want to see if Onkel Ernest is on his way yet."

She assumed that would be his answer. He was eager to get going to the skating party, and his great-uncle Ernest was the only person missing. "He'll be here when he gets here. You're letting the cold air in."

Faron wasn't a child anymore, but he wasn't quite an adult. At seventeen he was occasionally oblivious to the needs of others, as only a teenage boy could be. He had come in from hitching up their horse. He might not be cold in his heavy overcoat, boots and flat-topped black Amish hat, but she hadn't finished dressing for their outdoor trip. The last day of February was sunny, but the breeze coming off the snow-covered Kansas fields was still icy as it swirled into the house.

She carried the hot pan to the table and began transferring sugar cookies to a wire rack. The cold draft continued to rush over her bare feet. "Faron, please, close the door and watch for him out the window. My feet are freezing."

"Sorry." He shut the door and stepped over to gaze out the window over the sink. "He said he had a surprise for me. I hope he gets here soon."

Her daughter, Ella, came in from the other room with two large quilts in her arms. She was wearing a dark blue dress with a matching apron and a white kapp identical to the outfit Ruth had on. Ella was Ruth's oldest child at twenty-one and she was leaving home at the end of the week. "Onkel Ernest will be here the minute those cookies are cool enough to eat. He has some special sense that tells him when Mamm is finished baking."

Ruth chuckled. It did seem to be true.

Ella's new husband, Zack Hostetler, followed her into the room holding two pairs of ice skates by the laces and Ella's coat draped over his arm. Like Faron, he was already dressed for the outdoors in a heavy wool coat and hat. "I'll test a cookie for your onkel."

He reached for one, but Ruth batted his hand away. "These are for the party."

"What difference does it make if I eat one here or one there?" His exaggerated pout almost made her laugh. It was easy to see why her shy, bookish daughter had fallen for the charming fellow. And now he was taking her little girl away.

Ruth shook her metal turner at him. "The difference is I won't smack your hand at the party. Ella, it's up to you to teach your new husband some manners."

Ella grinned, her eyes full of love. "I sort of like him just the way he is."

He took the quilts from her and helped her into her coat. "And I love you just the way you are. I'll put these in the sleigh for you."

Ella didn't take her eyes off her husband. "I'll help you." The two walked out the door, smiling at each other.

Ella and Zack would soon be starting on their wedding trip. The skating party being held today was a farewell party for them. They would eventually settle in Jamesport, Missouri, with his family, after visiting other relatives and friends in Missouri and Arkansas for several weeks. Ruth hated to think they would be four hours away by hired car, but they promised to visit her at Christmas. They had been staying with her for two months, and she knew Ella was eager to have her own home. Only Ruth wasn't eager to see them go.

She suffered a sharp stab of jealousy. To be young and in love was a wonderful thing. She remembered the joy of starting her own home. The children had been Nathan's greatest gift to her.

Her husband had been taken from her much too soon. His death four years ago from a farming accident had rocked her world. She accepted that it was God's will, but there were times when she was lonely for the companionship and comfort of a spouse. Perhaps it was good that taking care of the farm was a full-time job and left little time to feel sorry for herself.

"I'll help you put the quilts in the sleigh." Faron mimicked his sister in a high voice. "As if a grown man couldn't handle the job. Getting married has turned my sensible sister's brain to mush. And Zack is no better."

"You'll do well to remember that in a few years," Ernest Mast said as he stepped through the door.

Ruth's mood immediately brightened. The children's great-uncle had that effect on everyone. A big jovial man in his midfifties, he was a clean-shaven Amish fellow who'd never married. He removed his black flat-topped hat and hung it on a peg by the door. His straight salt-and-pepper hair bore a permanent crease from it around his head. He was everyone's favorite uncle in Cedar Grove, Kansas — even those he wasn't related to by blood. Ernest was seldom seen without a fishing pole and always had a funny story to share. Together they were running the farm her husband left her, until Faron was old enough to take over on his own.

What would she have done during the dark days after Nathan's death without Uncle Ernest's advice and cheerful nature? It didn't bear thinking about.

Faron leaned against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest as he grinned at his great-uncle. "I'm in no hurry to wed. I may take after you and enjoy life as a single fellow. What's my surprise?"

"Have a little patience, my boy." Ernest crossed the room, snagged a cookie from the wire rack and bit into it. "Mmm, these are goot, Ruth."

"That is the only one you get," she said as she finished packing the napkins and paper plates on top of the container of fried chicken in her picnic basket. "Take this one out for me, Faron. I'll be ready in a few minutes. Do you have your skates?"

"Already in the sleigh." He took the basket and opened the door. "Mamm! Cousin Owen is here! Is that your surprise, Onkel? This is great!" He darted outside.

"Surprise," Ernest whispered as he slipped around her, snagged his hat and went out.

Ruth's shoulders slumped. She closed her eyes. Why Owen and why now? It was always hard to face her husband's unreliable cousin without resentment. She prayed for strength to offer him the kindness she knew was expected of her.

"Hello, Ruth. How are you?"

She straightened and faced the man who had disappointed her time and again. He held his black hat in his hands, turning it slowly. His thick brown hair had a little gray near his temples. year older than she was. He had always been good-looking, but his finely chiseled features had improved with age. His steel-gray eyes were as piercing as ever.

She swallowed hard. "I'm fine, Owen."

He raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"What makes you think I'm not?"

"I'm here for one thing. Also, your daughter is leaving home. That girl's happiness is everything to you. You'll miss her more than you can say."

His understanding surprised her.

Ruth nodded and struggled to hold back sudden tears. "I will miss her, but that's what I get for sending her to stay with my parents for a month each summer. She fell head over heels for the boy who lives next door to Daed and Mamm. I'm glad I don't have to worry about Faron moving away. When he marries, he'll live here in Cedar Grove and raise his family on the land his father loved." She sniffled and wiped her watery eyes. "All right, maybe I'm not fine. Maybe I feel like crying."

He shook his head. "Not Nathan's Ruth. She is made of sterner stuff."

"You give me too much credit." Blinking back her tears, she raised her chin. "I'm glad you could make it for the send-off party even if you didn't make it to the wedding."

He looked down and stopped turning his hat. "I'm sorry about that. Something else came up."

"That always seems to happen where your family is concerned." She bit her lower lip. That wasn't kind. What was it about Owen that brought out the worst in her?

Ernest stepped through the door. "Are you ready? The children are getting restless."

Owen nodded. "I'm coming."

Ruth knew she shouldn't say anything else, but she couldn't help it. "Ernest, I'm so glad you and your mother are traveling with Ella and Zack to Missouri. It's a relief to know they have someone they can depend on in an emergency."

Owen settled his black hat on his head. "You made your point, Ruth. I'll be outside." The door banged shut behind him.

"Ruth, Ruth," Ernest chided as he came to stand beside her. "Let bygones be bygones. The boy has had a rough life."

"He isn't a boy anymore. He's forty-three, and my life hasn't been easy, either."

"True, but we do not question the will of Gott."

"I'm sorry. Forgive me." She decided to change the subject. "When do you expect to be back from your trip?"

"Haven't decided."

She smiled at him. "Why don't you take a long vacation? Faron and I can manage your farm and ours for a month or so."

"Funny you should suggest it. I've been meaning to talk to you about that." He snagged another cookie.

She playfully elbowed him in the ribs. "We'll discuss it after the party, and quit stealing my treats."

He rubbed his side, replaced the cookie and glanced down. "Woman, where are your shoes? You'll catch your death going barefoot in the winter."

"I was getting ready, but I had to rush downstairs when the timer went off because I didn't want my cookies to burn. I'm going to finish dressing now." She started for the stairs but paused. "Don't eat any more of those."

She looked over her shoulder to see him snatch his empty hand away from the cookies and hold it behind him. He tried to look innocent. "I won't."

"I can count. I know exactly how many there were in that last batch."

He grudgingly replaced the one he'd already hidden behind his back. "Where is Meeka when I need to blame something on her?"

"I would hope your big white hund is guarding the farm and keeping the coyotes away from the sheep and chickens, but it's safe to assume she's sleeping on your front porch. That's the only place I've ever seen your dog." Ruth padded up the stairs.

"She makes rounds at night," he called out.

Ruth wasn't about to admit that the dog probably did much more than that. They hadn't lost a single lamb last spring or ewe this winter to predators. The dog was proving to be worth the money Ernest had paid for her.

Ruth sat on the edge of her bed and pulled on her thick gray woolen socks and fleece-lined boots. She rubbed the back of her neck to dispel the first twinges of a headache. Owen's sudden appearance wasn't going to ruin her enjoyment this afternoon. She wouldn't let him. He wouldn't stay long. He never stayed anywhere for long.

She rose, grabbed her coat, bonnet and scarf off the hooks on the wall, then rushed back downstairs. Ernest was still waiting for her. She cast him a suspicious glance. "Why aren't you in the sleigh?" "I was guarding the cookies you left out to cool." He licked his lips.

She brushed a few crumbs from the front of his coat and glanced at the wire rack. The same number of cookies remained so he must have taken some from the container on the counter. "Onkel, you should be ashamed of yourself."

"Sometimes it is better to ask forgiveness than permission."

She shook a finger at him. "One of these days that kind of thinking will backfire on you."

"Maybe, but I pray it won't be soon. Where are your skates?"

"I'm too old to skate. That's for the kinder."

"Don't be silly. I'm way older than you, and I'm not too old to go skating."

"That's because you never grew up." She transferred the last of the cookies into a plastic container after noticing two cookies were indeed missing, and sealed the lid.

"What's the point in growing up? Have you ever seen an adult having as much fun as the kinder do?"

"Maybe not but old bones don't heal as quickly as young ones."

"So true. Do you have everything?"

Pausing with her hands on her hips, she surveyed the kitchen. "I think so."

"Hot chocolate?"

"Martha is bringing that."

"She forgot the marshmallows at the last skating party."

"I packed some just in case." She pulled on her coat and slowly tied the ribbons of her bonnet beneath her chin. She was stalling. She didn't want to ride in the sleigh in Owen's company, but it couldn't be helped. "I've got everything."

"You are always prepared." He held open the door for her.

She stepped outside and stopped. Ernest was wrong. She wasn't prepared to see Owen Mast surrounded by her family chatting happily as if he belonged in their circle. She was the only one who didn't care for him. Her children loved him — as had her husband.

Owen Mast was her husband's first cousin. Owen had been thirteen when his parents and all but one of his siblings were killed in a buggy-and-car crash. He and his three-year-old sister, Rebecca, had survived. Rebecca had been sent to live with their mother's maiden sister, Thelma Stoltzfus, in Ohio while Owen had come to live with Nathan's family in Kansas. Owen and Nathan became as close as brothers, but Owen never forgot about his little sister. When he was old enough, he had gone looking for her.

She and Owen had been walking out together the summer she turned seventeen, but their relationship had apparently meant more to her than it had to him. He'd left town without a word to her. It was Nathan who'd told her Owen had gone to see his aunt and reunite with his sister. Later she'd learned his aunt had taken his sister and moved away before he arrived. No one knew where they had gone. Owen didn't show up at the farm again for another two years. Just in time to see her marry Nathan. Then he was gone again.

Nathan had been a man rooted in the earth and happiest on his farm; Owen was just the opposite. He could never stay on the farm for long. Not even when she had needed him the most. Her Amish faith required her to forgive him, but she couldn't forget the times he had let her down.

She knew Nathan had wanted his wife and his adopted brother to be friends. She owed it to him to try one more time.

She forced a bright smile. "I wish someone had mentioned you were coming, Owen."

Ruth slanted a glance at Ernest. His amused grin widened. "Slipped my mind."

She didn't find it funny.

Faron was beaming as he looked from Owen to Ruth. "Isn't it great to have Cousin Owen home?"

"Wunderbar," she said through clenched teeth, hoping Faron didn't notice her sarcasm but not caring if Owen did. Why was he here now?

"I asked Owen to help out with the farmwork while I'm in Missouri," Ernest said in a jovial tone that didn't quite ring true.

She nodded slightly. "I'm glad Owen was able to come, but Faron and I can handle things here, right, sohn?"

Faron's eyes shifted away from her as did Ernest's when she glanced his way. A hint of unease grew in the back of her mind. Something was going on.

"Where did you come from this time, Owen?" Faron asked brightly.

"Shipshewana," he said as if it were the next town over instead of hundreds of miles away in Indiana.

Faron's eyes lit up. "Did you see the Great Lakes? I want to hear all about it."

"Later," Ruth said with a sour look for Owen. The rare times he came to visit he filled her son's head with stories of far-off places and it was months before Faron stopped talking about seeing them for himself. Why couldn't the boy realize the best place in the world was right under his feet, on the land his father and grandfather had poured their blood, sweat and tears into?

She was afraid Owen would lure her son away from home and from her with his tales of travel and adventure. She couldn't let that happen.

"Your mother is right," Owen said. "We have a skating party to attend. We don't want the bride and groom to be late."

Zack and Ella grinned at him as they got in. The sleigh was a black vis-à-vis style with two maroon tufted bench seats that faced each other behind a raised seat for the driver. Faron scrambled up top and took hold of the reins. Ruth's black buggy horse, Licorice, stood patiently waiting for the trip to start. Her harness was decked out with brass sleigh bells that jingled with her every move.

Ernest scooted across the front seat to give her room to sit. Owen held out his hand to help her in. She hesitated but had little choice except to place her hand in his. Why did he have to show up today when her emotions were already raw?


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The Hope 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 7 reviews.
Pattistep 3 months ago
This is such a heart-tugging story. The mystery surrounding little Grace and how she is found alone in a snowstorm is an intriguing one. Grace is a sweet little girl and just wants her mother to find her. As the whole Amish community searches for her mother, Ruth and Owen try to give Grace the “safe place” she needs. Ruth, who is now a widow, is having to deal with working alongside Owen, who has disappointed her several times in the past. I loved how the Amish and English communities came together to take care of Grace and try to find her mother. There’s some suspense to this story, too, and the ending did not come about as I thought it would I loved this author’s writing style and I’ll be looking for Patricia Davids’ next book. I received a copy of this book from the publisher. All opinions are my own .
GratefulGrandma 7 months ago
The Hope by Patricia Davids is the second novel in The Amish of Cedar Grove series, but it can be read as a standalone story. It is a sweet story about second chances, hope, love and unexpected surprises. Ruth Mast is a strong woman who is a widow with two children. Her eldest, Ella has recently married and is leaving for her honeymoon. After that they will be moving to another community. Ruth's son Faron has wanderlust in his eyes, so he leaves on a fishing trip. Owen Mast was orphaned when his parents were killed in a buggy accident. He remained in Cedar Grove with his uncle, while his sister Rebecca, only three, was sent to live with an aunt in a different community. Owen has spent all his adult life looking for his sister. The problem was that he left Ruth behind in Cedar Grove and she married his best friend. He is now back helping Ruth with the lambing while her son and his uncle are away. When they find a three year old girl, the mystery of who she is, where she came from, and where her mam is take a backseat to taking care of and falling in love with Grace. The Hope is a multifaceted novel. There is the budding romance of Owen and Rebecca, the loss of family, taking care of Grace and looking after the sheep. It was interesting to see how the Amish deal with orphans and how the Englisch do the same. I enjoyed learning about the sheep, I had never heard of Icelandic Sheep, and how many mother's reject their lambs. The story has romance and mystery mixed in with mending broken fences. The Hope was well-written and had a nice steady pace. There was a good flow between Owen and Ruth’s sections. I like that we get to see the situation from both main character's point of view. Once I started listening to The Hope, I kept going in finished it within the day. I loved the ending, but I knew it had to work out. There is another storyline involving the mystery of Grace's mom, that took a huge twist and shows that there is no such thing as a coincidence. The Hope is a captivating story that will tug at your heart. The narration was equally well-done. The narrator, Christina Traister, gave voice to both characters in a clear, identifiable way. I loved the voice she gave Grace. It was sweet and adorable, but her language made her seem to be much older than three. The expression, inflection and voices she used brought this book to life for me. I will look for more book narrated by this talented voice actress. The publisher generously provided me with a copy of this book upon request. The rating, ideas and opinions shared are my own.
TerriMcNabb 8 months ago
Patricia Davids never ceases to amaze me! I don't know where she comes up with her story lines but they never disappoint. The Hope is no exception. Wonderful real life characters that you can relate to. Feelings and emotions that are real, down to Earth, even gritty. Couple this character development with a gripping story line and you have a wonderful winter read. Just grab that cup of tea first because you won't want to put the book down later!
bsnksmom 8 months ago
The Hope by Patricia Davids will tug every heartstring! Owen Mast returns to Cedar Grove to watch over his uncle's farm. As a youth, he and Ruth had walked out together for a time. He left to search for his sister and spent the next 20-plus years going from Amish community to Amish community, always a few steps behind the aunt who took her and ran with her. Ruth married his cousin, Nathan, and never looked back. Widowed for four years now, she is skeptical that Owen's return could be a good thing. He's come back before, but he always leaves. When a little girl appears on Owen's front porch in the middle of a snowstorm, Owen is at a loss as to how to care for her. She can only tell him her first name and refuses to divulge anything else, although she deems him "safe". He begins to realize that this little girl has led a very difficult life when, everywhere she goes she looks for a "safe place" to hide from "the bad man." Owen enlists Ruth's help with little Grace, and the girl begins to blossom under her care. Can he unravel the mystery of where she came from, and find the mother that Grace appears to have lost? Readers of Amish fiction will enjoy The Hope. Patricia Davids is a favorite of mine and I always look for her books. The Hope is a bit longer than her usual Love Inspired titles, but the story is well done.
onemused 8 months ago
THE HOPE is a lovely women's fiction that follows Ruth and Owen, who were once courting and now have become somewhat of enemies. Ruth has been married, has grown children, and since her husband's death, now runs the sheep farm they had. She still remembers Owen, mainly because he left her without notice when they were young. Owen has a habit of disappearing. Owen lost his parents when he was little. He and his 3-year-old sister, Rebecca, were subsequently separated when an aunt wanted to take her in but not him. He promised Rebecca that he would find her, and he has been working to do just that for all these years. He finally has found her, and now his life goals are evolving. However, his journey with his sister has not ended when a cryptic and concerning letter gets to him. The more pressing issue is the 3-year-old little girl, Grace, who has shown up at the house where he is staying. Together with Ruth, they care for Grace and seek out her mother, who Grace says was sleeping. Considering the blizzard, they fear for the mother and start search parties, working with the Englisch law. The strongest part of the book is the story and mystery around Grace, who certainly steals the show. The second-chance romance was OK, but I would have liked something more there. Ruth and Owen were solid as a couple, and they each have their own issues that they overcome throughout the book, which had prevented them from being together in the past. I do like that the characters (Ruth and Owen) in this book are older, which was lovely. Overall, this is a sweet second-chance romance with a strong mystery plot. Please note that I received a review copy from the publisher. All opinions are my own.
MaureenST 8 months ago
I really got immersed in this read, how I loved being back in Cedar Grove, my second visit with these folks, and these books can be read alone. A lost love, and moving on with your life, marrying, children, and then becoming a widow. Enter the lost love, and he is there to help, and you want nothing to do with him. Things do get interesting here with danger, arrival of a precocious three-year-old, new babies being born, and new feelings. Put all of these things together, along with a few chuckles, and you have a page turner story in your hands! I am now hoping for more visits with these folks! I received this book through Net Galley and the Publisher Harlequin, and was not required to give a positive review.
KrisAnderson_TAR 8 months ago
The Hope by Patricia Davids is the second novel in The Amish of Cedar Grove series. The Hope is a sweet story about second chances, hope, love and unexpected surprises. I thought The Hope was well-written and it moved along at a nice steady pace. There was a good flow between Owen and Ruth’s sections. I like that we get to see the situation from a woman and a man’s point-of-view. Ruth Mast is a strong woman who is a widow with two children. Her eldest, Ella has been married two months and is departing on her wedding trip. The couple will then move to Jamesport, Missouri. That leaves Ruth’s seventeen year old son, Faron at home who has wanderlust in his eyes. Owen’s stories about traveling around the country have inspired Faron to make a trip of his own, but he has yet to tell Ruth. Owen Mast became an orphan from a buggy accident as a child. Only himself and his three year old sister, Rebecca survived the accident. They were sent to live with two different relatives. Owen promised Rebecca they would get back together and he has been trying to find her since he became an adult. The Hope is a multifaceted novel. Owen finds little Grace and she clings to him. The child gives odd answers and has evidently had a rough life though it is obvious she had a loving mother. Owen and Ruth take care of Grace while the search for the child’s mother as well as answers. Grace is an endearing little girl who stole the show. I especially loved the scene with Grace and Polkadot, the sheep. It was interesting to learn about Icelandic sheep which Ruth raised on her farm (I am now going to seek out some of their wool). I was surprised that the sheep were not washed prior to shearing them. The story has romance and mystery mixed in with mending broken fences. There are wonderful messages in The Hope. The Hope can be read as a standalone if you have not had the time to read The Wish. I started The Hope and kept reading until I finished it. The ending was just delightful. My favorite line from the story is “…home is where your heart is happy.” The Hope is a captivating story that will tug at your heart.