Johanna Shelby could never have anticipated where that ‘fateful encounter’ would lead her. She cannot have known then how love for the youthful, rough-hewn, mountain doctor would trigger her to carefully turn her back again on her behalf privileged life-style, threaten to estrange her from her family members, and provide her towards the wild mountains of Appalachia. If she acquired known . But no! Nothing could hold her back again. Not her adoring, worried parents. Not her snooty, so-called ‘friends.’ Not her own flashes of question and fear. No, this love would not end up being denied. It had been part of a more substantial design -like the design of one from the family quilts her aunts and cousins met every week to stitch. Into those quilts proceeded to go not just fabric, but meanings and remembrances; and when they were completed, the were a lot more than just quilts- these were existence stories. Johanna did not know what the near future kept. But she respected God. . . And she understood that he’d cause her very own family quilt to be rich and beautiful -a design like no other.