A Long-Planned Love
When our marriage contract expired, I found out I was pregnant.
Charlie Newman’s voice was icy.
"If it’s a boy, we’re even."
I asked quietly, "And if it’s a girl?"
He paused–then said coldly, "Then we keep trying until you give me a son."
I sighed.
Three years of marriage couldn’t compete with the need for an heir.
However, one night, when I went downstairs for water, I saw him kneeling in the attic, eyes devout, voice trembling.
"Merciful God, please grant me a daughter. If you hear my prayer and make my wish come true, I will give generously to your church and serve you faithfully all my life."