The minutes seemed to go by like years. Cindy sat on the side of the tube and tried not to stare at the home pregnancy test. She knew that she needed to leave the bathroom and do something to occupy her mind for a few minutes, but she could not seem to get up. Eyes fixed on the small tool that could alter her whole life, she wondered what her mother felt like when she learned that she was pregnant. Cindy allowed the memories of her mother’s stories to take over.
The days were long and cold. There never seemed to be enough money or food, but knowing that there was going to be a baby soon was all Julie needed to continue the strenuous routine of cleaning houses and doing laundry. It was the only work she could find without any education to speak of—she could not even read or write. Her parents thought it was best to keep her out of school and at home to help work the field work, but Julie vowed to never deny her child of an education. She had just been confirmed pregnant by the local doctor and eagerly awaited the arrival of her husband. As Julie scrounged enough food together for dinner, her mind began to imagine what it would be like to have a little one running round. They would have to make room for a nursery, and a place for all the toys to go. She was completely lost in her dream world when John walked in the door. She ran to him and flung her arms around his neck.
“We are having a baby!”
John’s knees buckled and he slide down the wall until he was seated.
“A baby,” he said reverently as if not to disturbed this precious dream. Being a parent was a joy that he never thought he would have. Having a baby was every man’s dream—having a legacy to leave behind.
“Oh, but being a parent in this neighborhood,” John finally spoke, “How will we never be able to keep it warm and fed.”
“Now, don’t be silly, My Sweet. God will provide. He gave us this baby, and I know He will provide for us. He is the best parent I have ever had—He has never let me down.”
Life in the Baxley home had never been easy. Cindy’s father died a week after her mother found out that she was expecting their first child. Julie worked hard to provide for Cindy, and when Cindy was old enough to go to school, Julie made sure that Cindy was there—only keep her out to help once a month. Cindy could never remember lacking anything—anything that truly mattered, that is. Julie had raised Cindy to always trust in the Lord. There was not a day that went by that Julie did not commit to the Lord, and Cindy respected her mother because she saw that Julie’s life was a direct reflection of what she heard in church. Julie was always kind to everyone; Julie went without so that Cindy could eat or sleep comfortably. Cindy wanted to be just like her mother one day.
A knock on the bathroom door brought Cindy back to reality.
“Come in, Tom. Will you look at the result for me, because I cannot open my eyes. I am so afraid of either response. If we are going to have a baby, how will I know what to do? If we aren’t going to have a baby, then I want to know what is wrong with me?”
Tom glanced down at the pregnancy test, and then looked at his beautiful wife.
“Well, now, Cindy. There is nothing to worry about. You are going to be a great mother just like your mother was to you. We are going to be just fine. You had a great teacher, and I just happen to know who her teacher was.”
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