The single, teenaged mama laid her wee babe in my arms and asked if I would watch her for a week so she could go to youth camp.
That’s how it all started.
We took that baby home with us, and all fumble fingered, I tried to remember how to care for a wee one, since our baby was now in her twenties.
I thought her a funny looking little thing with her round, bald head, her pokey out ears, her big toothless grin.
Like never forgetting how to ride a bicycle, within twenty four hours, some of yesteryear’s mama skills were kicking back in.
Within twenty four hours, she had captured my heart and I thought her one of the most beautiful little babies I had ever seen.
I didn’t know then that I was participating in a miracle that would change her life, and ours, forever.
Yesterday, I sent a message to a pastor friend in our city.
He’s in the trenches.
He knows our city’s dark secrets.
I told him, that somewhere in our city, is another miracle, waiting.
I told him we are ready to try again.
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