He hurried toward the airport to catch his next flight. Yet something he witnessed on the road forced him to pause.
That day looked ordinary in every way, aside from the heavy rain pouring down outside.
As he sped toward the airport, he caught sight of a woman standing in the storm with a little child. For a moment, he tried to neglect it and continue on, but guilt pricked his heart. He stopped, stepped out of the car, and approached them.
“Hi there, is there something I can do for you? Why are you out here with such a sweet baby?” he asked.
“I have no place to stay,” she admitted quietly.
“My husband put us out, and I don’t know what we’ll do now.”
Without thinking twice, the man pulled the keys to his apartment from his pocket, handing them over while telling his driver to take the pair home and make sure they had everything they needed until he got back.
The driver ushered them into the car and drove off, while he resumed his journey to the airport.
Two weeks later, when his trip ended, he returned to his apartment.
After knocking and hearing no response, he noticed the door was unlocked and stepped inside.
The sight that met him nearly knocked the breath from his chest.
He froze where he stood, pulse quickening. A woman and a child stood in the living room, but their faces were not those he had met that rainy evening.
Toys lay neatly arranged on the rug, a hot dinner waited on the table, and atop the piano rested a short letter: “Thank you for your kindness. We are home.”
But his attention shifted to the corner, where a small child sat wrapped in a warm blanket.
The boy was unknown to Nathan, and yet his face felt strangely familiar, his eyes were identical to the baby’s in the storm, though he now looked nearly seven years old.
The woman looked up and provided a soft smile, though a quiet fear flickered beneath it
“He came to us on his own. We call him… our miracle.”
Nathan’s shoulders eased, but something unsettled stirred inside.
It wasn’t only relief—it was a mystery, holding an astonishing revelation.
