The mountains of purity loomed tall and majestic, their peaks hidden in a veil of mist. The old church, nestled on the steep cliffs, was a sacred place where the world felt distant, and time seemed to slow. Here, at the edge of civilization, people came to seek peace, blessings, and answers.
Today, the Jason's family climbed the winding stone steps, their hearts weighed heavy with the sickness of their only son.
Mr. Jason, a man in his mid-thirties, was known for his stoic demeanor, but the anguish in his eyes was clear. Mrs. Jason, elegant and composed, walked beside him, her hand clutched tightly in his, yet her face was pale, and the faint traces of tears still lingered on her cheeks.
They had heard rumors of how God does miracle through his servant the old reverend, how God would grant blessings to those who sought him with pure hearts. Desperately, they had come, hoping for a miracle for their boy, whose condition worsened with each passing day.
As they entered the main hall, the scent of incense thickened the air, and the low hum of people's prayer echoed through the stone walls. The flickering of candles cast soft shadows, giving the church an almost celestial glow, they prayed and asked God for a miracle for their sick son . Though they were not Christians but hoped they prayers would be answered, after praying they headed outside the church, It was here, where the unexpected happened.
Amid the peaceful stillness, Mrs. Jason suddenly gasped, her hand shooting to her mouth.
Mr. Jason turned to see her trembling, staring down at something on the cold stone floor outside the church.
A baby.
Wrapped in a warm blanket that looks expensive, her tiny hands and feet peeking out, the child lay there, alone and vulnerable, abandoned at the very edge of the holy grounds.
For a moment, everything felt frozen. The hum of the people praying' ceased in the distance, and the wind outside the church seemed to stop. Mrs. Jason, eyes wide, took a step forward as if drawn by some unseen force.
"There's a child... who would leave a child here?" Her voice trembled with a mix of confusion and fear. "Is it an omen?"
Mr. Jason knelt down; his heart pounding in his chest as he gently lifted the child into his arms. The baby's soft cries filled the air as he held the fragile form close, but the child seemed strangely calm, as though it had been waiting for him.
He looked up at his wife, eyes conflicted. "We cannot leave her here, not in this place."
"what does it have to do with us remember we have a sick child to take care of besides this child might be evil else who would abandon a child in the middle of nowhere?" Then she whispered, "This child might be cursed"
"How would you say that you are a mother, no one would abandon a child unless she was misplaced"
She snorted, "I won't forgive you if we miss the last bus for goodness sake my son is sick at home and this child has already started making us argue over nothing."
He tried to convince his wife "honey don't be angry you said it yourself it's just nothing, I will quickly take this child to the church to enquire if a child was lost I won't stay long I promise" with that he quickly hurried back to the church on his way
The baby's small hand grasped Mr. Jason's finger with an oddly strong grip, and he felt a strange pull in his chest, as if fate had already decided the child's path.
As the people continued their prayers in the background, Mr. Jason made a decision.
He will take care of the child if he can't her find the parent she might be a blessing in disguise with the child cradled in his arms, Mr. Jason rose and walked toward the church on getting there he was directed to the reverend residence; on getting there he met an old priest and he quickly explained what has happened. The old priest took the child and looked at her "this child has a destiny with you, because of the child, you would be prosperous and live a comfortable life, But as you are a good husband be a better father" then he gave him back the child "hurry down to your wife your child will be well" he was astonished how did the priest know his son was sick this place must really a blessed place I made the right decision in picking up the child he thanked the priest and left not to make his already angry wife to get more angry and he was also trying to find a convincing story to tell his wife so she will allow him keep the child as theirs as they left the church
The old priest sat down on his rocking chair in his yard and sighed, "This child has a strong fate from birth but if she can overcome the problems and tribulations that come her way at the critical point in her life she will have smooth sailings"
Creek village
Immediately they arrived home the neighbor who was asked to look after the child rushed out crying that their child was vomiting blood Mrs. Jason pushed her aside hurried inside, she saw her son pale and vomiting blood he was even weaker than when they left him this morning she held him and cried " Liam please don't leave me the priest promised me he will get better why is he worse" Greg rushed in with the baby " the priest said he will be well don't cry" she shouted at her husband " you and that evil child are the cause of my son predicament if you have not delayed maybe he won't be sick get her out of here " because of her shout the baby started crying and like a miracle Liam who was on the verge of death called out " mom I'm fine " she immediately looked and saw her son who was pale and looked like death now speaking and his body was now a rosy and warm " Liam mom is here oh my God thank you , you scared mom to death" she cried Greg comforted her " I told you this child is not evil or cursed she's a blessing , immediately she cried our dying son received life this is Gods sign that this child is meant to stay in this family it was fate that brought us together" Maria sneered " what fate it's just a coincidence " Greg pointed at the child " if it was a coincidence why would she cried and immediately stop crying " Maria started tending to her son " I don't care what happened just get her out of my sight , I need to take care of my son. " we should be grateful to God for this miracle not complain " Greg reminded her " I'm grateful to God not her" she continued what she was doing , he sighed and took the child out of the room ' this child life will be difficult because of Maria's rejection '