At 41, 17 years after my last pregnancy, I was five months pregnant and just two days prior, on the Feast of St. Nicholas, an ultrasound revealed that I was expecting a son and that, in spite of my age, there were no obvious abnormalities. The reading seemed to be custom-made for us and, when my husband ran into a former acquaintance in the vestibule after Mass, we shared our joyful story with her.
This begins Lesley's story of how her family found themselves helping an unwed mother, opening up their home to her. It is a story of not only providing material things to those in need, but the spiritual.
Posts
Stumble It!
No comments:
Post a Comment