He watched, helpless, as the door closed behind her. Placing his head in his hands he paced back and forth in front of the door. Helplessly he sat down in a chair and prayed. He prayed for himself, he prayed for his wife, but most importantly, he prayed for his unborn child. Mindlessly twisting his ring around his finger, he prayed for his future. He prayed for strength in all the possible outcomes. Silently a single tear traced it's way across his face. He let it fall, he didn't care, nothing mattered right now but his wife. Not caring what those who walked by thought, he fell onto his knees and sobbed. Crying out for the Lord, crying out for His strength. Most people just passed him, but one woman stopped. She watched for a moment, saying a silent pray of her own. She hesitated for a moment then went over and placed a hand on his shoulder. He glanced up and saw her compassionate smile. She knelt beside and started praying, though she knew not what for. A quiet peace came over him, a peace that passes all understanding. They sat together in silence for what seemed like hours. At last the door opened. He stood up and faced the doctor.
"It's a girl," he said nodding his head. Placing a hand on his shoulder the doctor reassured him her could see his wife soon, but if he wanted to, he could see his daughter now.
"Yeah!"
The doctor retreated back into the operating room and returned moments later holding a bright pink bundle. He took his daughter in his arms and looked down at her peaceful sleeping face.. Turning to the woman behind him, he reached for her hand, "thank you so much for praying with me."
But when he turned around she wasn't there. In that moment he knew she had been an angel sent from God.
A few months went by and the man and his wife are scrambling around the house after their little girl, Angel.
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