A Gift From God
It was still dark outside when Daddy came into our bedroom early one Saturday morning. He gently shook us to wake us up and helped us get dressed. Packed a few clothes in a small suitcase and then hurried us out through the chilly night air to where Jim was patiently standing by the hitching rack hitched to our top buggy.
We climbed into the front seat beside Daddy and off we went clip clopping through the night. We were soon at Grandpa Mast’s and Daddy helped us off the buggy and we went up to the house, which didn’t look nearly as inviting in the middle of the night as it did during the day.
Daddy knocked on the door and in a few minutes Grandpa and Grandma were standing there. Grandma asked Daddy “How is she?” and Daddy answered “She’s alright but I need to hurry back.”
Grandma nodded as Daddy turned around and knelt down beside us and gave us a hug and told us to be good little children until he comes back and then hurried out into the night again. Grandma made cozy little nests on the living room floor for John and me and went back into bed.
We lay there in the dark, the clock was ticking loudly and nothing seemed right. There must be something wrong with Mom, she hadn’t even said good-bye to us. A big choking lump formed in my throat and I wanted to cry more than anything else, but knew I shouldn’t because Daddy had told us to be good.
Somehow the night finally came to an end and morning looked a lot better. We helped Vernie set the table for breakfast and then had the whole day to play. And when evening came so did Daddy smiling from ear to ear. We ran to meet him and he gave us a big hug and told us “Mom has a surprise for you at home.” We loved surprises and hurried into the house to get our suitcase while Daddy talked to Grandma.
When we got home Daddy took us into their bedroom where Mom was lying in bed and beside her was the cutest little baby boy. Mom smiled at us and said “Say hello to your brother David.”
We stroked his hair and admired his tiny hands and feet and then asked the all important question, “Where did you get him?”
“God gave him to us” they answered.
How I wished I could have been home for that! Here God had come and given them a baby and I didn’t even get to meet Him!
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Mary Ann Kinsinger was raised Old Order Amish in Somerset County, Pennsylvania. She met and married her husband, whom she knew from school days and started a family. After they chose to leave the Amish church, Mary Ann began a blog, A Joyful Chaos, as a way to capture her warm memories of her childhood for her own children. From the start, this blog found a ready audience and even captured the attention of key media players, such as the influential blog AmishAmerica and the New York Times. She lives in Pennsylvania.