Janette Oke - Loves Unfolding Dream

Love's Unfolding Dream (Love Comes Softly #6)

Janette Oke

Dedicated with love and deep respect to the memory of three wonderful fathers-- Frederick George Steeves, the daddy I have loved from infancy on; John Gifford Steeves, the uncle who was like a father to me; Harold Edward Oke, my kind and loving father through marriage.

JANETTE OKE was born in Champion, Alberta, to a Canadian prairie farmer and his wife, and she grew up in a large family full of laughter and love. She is a graduate of Mountain View Bible College in Alberta, where she met her husband, Edward, and they were married in May of 1957. After pastoring churches in Indiana and Canada, the Okes spent some years in Didsbury and Calgary, where Edward served in several positions on college faculties while Janette continued her writing. She has written over five dozen novels for adults and children, and her book sales total over twenty-two million copies.

The Okes have three sons and one daughter, all married, and are enjoying their dozen grandchildren. Edward and Janette are active in their local church and make their home near Didsbury, Alberta.

Visit Janette Oke's Web site at: wwwjanetteoke.com .

Contents

1. Belinda 10

Dr. Luke 20

Sunday 32

House Calls 39

A Surprise 46

Planning 57

Melissa Joy 64

Getting Acquainted 73

Cousins 86

School 95

Back to Routine 107

Emergency 113

The New Neighbors 126

Talking It Out 133

Sunday Dinner for the Teacher 143

Pride 158

Hired Help 165

Adjusting 174

The Triangle 179

Helping Luke 190

An Accident? 199

Introductions 208

Birthday Party 215

A Caller 223

Sorting It Out 233

The Davis Family

The Davis family has grown in size and maturity over the years. You may need a bit of help to keep them all straight:

Clark and Marty each lost the first partner in marriage and joined together to form a new family unit.

Nandry, their foster daughter, married Josh Coffins. Their children are Tina, Andrew, Mary, and Jane.

Clae, the Davis' second foster daughter and sister to Nandry, married a pastor, Joe Berwick. Their children are Esther Sue, Joey, and Paul.

Missie, Clark's daughter from his first marriage, married Willie LaHaye, and they moved out west. Their children are Nathan, Josiah, Melissa Joy, and Julia.

Clare, Marty's son from her first marriage, married Kate, and their children are Amy Jo, Dan, David, and Dack.

Arnie, Clark and Marty's first son from their marriage, married Anne. Their children are Silas, John, and Abe.

Ellie, Clark and Marty's second child, married Lane Howard. Their children are Brenda and twins, William and Willis.

Luke, Arnie and Ellie's brother, married Abbie. Their children are Thomas and Aaron.

Belinda is Clark and Marty's youngest child.

ONE

Belinda

"Mama! Look!"

At the cry from her youngest, Marty turned quickly from the biscuits she was shaping toward the kitchen doorway. She knew by the tone of her daughter's voice that there was some kind of trouble--Belinda's cry trembled in the air between them as she stood before her mother. A chill gripped Marty's heart. What is wrong? Is Belinda hurt?

Her eyes quickly traveled over the slight body of young Belinda, expecting to see blood someplace. Belinda's dress, which had been clean and neatly pressed when she had gone out just a short time before, was rumpled and dirty. One of her long, carefully plaited braids had come loose from its ribbon and hung in disarray about her shoulders. Her face was smudged and tear- streaked. But to her mother's practiced eye, she seemed whole and unharmed. Marty, unconscious of the small sigh of relief that escaped her, gazed into the blue, troubled, and tear-filled eyes.

"Look!" Belinda cried again in a choked voice.

Marty's eyes went to Belinda's outstretched hand. In it lay a small sparrow, its feathers ruffled and wet, its head dipping awkwardly to the side. Even as Marty watched, she saw the small body quiver, and Marty shivered in sympathy.

Why Belinda? mourned the mother-heart. Why did she of all people have to find the bird? Marty knew the tender heart of her

daughter. She would sorrow over the bird all day long.

Marty wiped floury hands on her apron and reached out to draw Belinda close. She made no comment on the dirty dress or the messy hair.

"Where did ya find 'im?" she asked instead, her voice full of sympathy.

"The mother cat had it!" Belinda wailed. "I had to chase her all over the barn and then... then..."

She could not go on. Tears fell uncontrollably, and the small girl buried her head against Marty and let the sobs shake her.

Marty just held her until the crying subsided. Then Belinda turned those large blue eyes to her mother's face.

"It's gonna die, isn't it?" she quavered. She looked back at the tiny bird still held carefully in her hand.

"Well, I... I don't know," stammered Marty and took another look at the injured bird. Yes... it would die. Barring a miracle, it would die. But it was difficult for her to say those words to Belinda. Besides, she had seen miracles before. Oh, God, she inwardly prayed, I know it's jest a sparrow, but ya said that ya see each sparrow thet falls. If yer heart is as heavy as Belinda's over this one, then could ya please make it well again?

"We need to make it warm," Belinda was saying hopefully. "There's an empty basket on my closet shelf I'll get a flannel rag from the ragbag," Marty responded.

Belinda hurried off to get the little basket, and Marty went to her pantry, where she kept the supply of old garments and sheets for cleaning purposes. She found a soft piece of flannel and returned to the kitchen just as Belinda ran back into the room.

Together they made a warm bed, and Belinda carefully deposited the tiny bird. It was in even worse shape than Marty had feared. Its little head flopped uncontrollably as it was moved, and except for a slight tremble, there was little sign of life. Belinda's tears began to flow again.

"Can we take it to Luke?" she pleaded.

Oh my, thought Marty A trip to town for a dying sparrow. How many of Belinda's casualties had Luke doctored over the years? Yet he was always so patient, doing all in his power to save each tiny animal. But this one... this one is beyond his help, Marty was sure. But she didn't say so to Belinda. Instead, she said, "We'll ask yer pa. He'll be in soon."

Marty's attention returned to her biscuits. Clark would be in soon, and he'd be hungry and looking for his supper. She went to wash her hands so she could get the biscuits into the oven.

Belinda took the basket with its injured sparrow and settled into her favorite corner by the kitchen stove. Marty noticed the little girl's tears had stopped, but her eyes were still red and shadowed with the horror of it all. Why do cats have to kill birds? Marty wondered silently as she slid the biscuits into the oven. She knew it was a foolish question, but her heart ached over her daughter's sorrow. Actually, Marty knew Belinda loved the farmyard cats, too. She would have fought just as hard to save the life of one of them--and had at times, along with big brother Luke's help. But they did insist on hunting the little birds.

"It just isn't fair, Ma!" Belinda's voice burst out as her finger gently traced the curve of the feathers on the small body. It no longer even trembled.

The outer door opened and banged shut, and Marty knew before she heard the voice that Clare and Kate's oldest child was on her way in.

"Gramma?" Amy Jo called before she even entered the kitchen. "Gramma, do you know where Lindy is?"

Amy Jo was the only one who called Belinda "Lindy." In fact, Marty was quite sure Amy Jo was the only one who could have gotten away with it. Belinda was always very careful to pronounce her own name in full, but the laughing, teasing Amy Jo