The day I revealed my pregnancy in church started with morning sickness and ended with my mother disowning me. But what happened next made my mother change her decision.
I’m a sophomore in college studying psychology, and that’s where I met Glenn last fall. We started out as study buddies in our Intro to Research Methods class, but there was something special about him from day one.
He had this gentle way of explaining complex topics that made everything click, and his smile? It could light up the whole lecture hall.
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“Faith, you’re starin’ again,” he’d tease me during our study sessions, and I’d feel my cheeks burn red every single time.
“Can’t help it if you’re distracting,” I’d shoot back, and we’d both laugh like we had the best secret in the world.
We went from sharing coffee after class to spending hours at the campus diner. We’d pick at endless plates of waffle fries while sharing our life stories.
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Glenn told me a bit about his family and how he enjoyed playing in the fields as a kid. Meanwhile, I opened up about losing my dad when I was five. That’s when things started shifting from friendship to something more.
“Your dad would be so proud of you,” Glenn said one evening, reaching across the table to squeeze my hand. “Following your dreams, helping people through psychology…”
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The first time he kissed me on the porch swing outside my mama’s house, I swear I saw stars. But when I told Mama about Glenn, she just pressed her lips together and said, “That’s nice, sugar. Don’t forget you’ve got that big exam coming up.”
That’s my mama, Claudia, for you. Since Daddy passed, she’s thrown herself into two things: raising me and adoring nature.
Never dated, and never seemed interested in finding love again.
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Sometimes I catch her looking at Daddy’s photo on the mantle with such longing that it breaks my heart. I wish she’d give herself permission to be happy again, but we don’t have the kind of relationship where I can say that.
“Mama,” I tried once, “don’t you ever get lonely?”
“I’ve got you,” she replied, smoothing down her skirt. “That’s all the company I need.”
Everything was sailing smoothly until that morning I woke up feeling too sick.
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I swear I couldn’t even move, and the thought of having breakfast nearly made me puke.
Oh no… I thought. The nausea, the fatigue… Does it mean I’m pregnant?
That was the first thing that came to my mind because Glenn and I got intimate a few weeks earlier.
I was super scared, and my hands were trembling so bad I could barely open the drawer where I’d hidden the pregnancy tests.
“Please, please, please,” I whispered, watching that little window. “Please tell me I’m wrong!”
But two pink lines appeared clear as day, and my world tilted sideways.
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I sank down onto my bathroom floor while my heart pounded inside my chest.
“This can’t be happening,” I muttered, staring at the test. “I’m only nineteen. I can’t have a baby. I can’t…”
A few minutes later, I found myself pacing the bedroom.
“How am I gonna hide this from Mama?” I asked myself. “She’ll never understand. A baby? Out of wedlock? In our family?”
I think I talked to myself for almost an hour while different scenarios played out in my mind. All of them resulted in my mother not speaking to me.
I was certain she’d never accept my baby.
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I spent the next few days hiding in my room, coming up with every excuse I could think of to avoid facing Mama.
“Faith, honey! Dinner’s ready!” she called out one evening.
“Sorry, Mama, got this huge psychology paper due tomorrow,” I shouted back. “I’ll grab something later!”
The next morning, she knocked on my door. “Baby girl, I made your favorite pancakes.”
“Thanks, but I already ate a granola bar. Got an early study group meeting,” I lied, feeling guilty about the growing pile of excuses.
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That evening, she tried again. “Faith? Mrs. Jones brought over her famous casserole…”
“Got finals coming up, Mama. Need to focus!” I called out.
By Thursday, Mama wasn’t having it anymore. She marched right up to my room and stood in the doorway.
“Now hold on just a minute,” she said, fixing me with that mom-stare that could melt steel. “Since when do you skip my pancake breakfasts? And don’t think I haven’t noticed you running to the bathroom every morning.”
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“Just stressed about exams,” I mumbled, avoiding her gaze.
“Uh-huh,” she said, clearly unconvinced. “And I suppose stress is also why you haven’t touched your coffee in days? The same coffee you swear you can’t live without?”
“My study group suggested cutting back on caffeine.”
“My dear Faith,” Mama said slowly, “in all your years of schooling, I’ve never seen you skip meals during finals. Something’s going on with you, and we both know it ain’t just studying.”
But before she could press further, I grabbed my backpack. “Sorry, Mama, I’m late for the library. Group project!”
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I practically ran down the stairs, leaving her standing there with that worried look I’d been trying so hard to avoid.
The following Sunday, Mama called up to my room, “Faith, honey! We’re gonna be late for service!”
“Coming!” I called back, fighting another wave of nausea. “Maybe I should skip today…”
“Skip church? Are you feeling poorly?” Mama appeared in my doorway.
“Just a little tired,” I lied, forcing a smile. “Been studying real hard.”
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“You’ve been ‘tired’ all week,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Something you want to tell me?”
“No ma’am,” I said quickly. Too quickly. “I’ll be ready in five minutes.”
The church was packed that morning, all our neighbors dressed in their Sunday best.
Mrs. Jones was wearing her famous pink hat, and Mr. Rodriguez had his grandkids with him. Everything was fine until halfway through the sermon when that familiar nausea hit me.
I must’ve turned green because Mama grabbed my hand.
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“Baby girl, what’s wrong?” she whispered, her eyes narrowing. “Come to think of it, you’ve been actin’ strange all week…”
Maybe it was the guilt, or maybe it was just those pregnancy hormones, but I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Mom, I have something to tell you,” I whispered back, tears welling up. “I’m pregnant.”
The silence that followed felt eternal. Mama’s face went through about fifty different emotions in three seconds flat.
“What?” she gasped, loud enough for several heads to turn. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
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“No, I’m not joking,” I managed, my voice trembling. “I’m pregnant, and it’s Glenn’s.”
That’s when Mama lost it. She stood up and started yelling at me.
“Get out of the church right now!” she hissed. “Go home, pack your things, and don’t come back to my house! How could you do this? Did you even think about what our family and friends would say? Do you not know the traditions and values we hold!? Get out of my sight!”
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I quickly stood up and began walking away while my tears blurred my vision. I could see how Mrs. Jones was staring at me with wide eyes.
But before I could reach the door, a familiar voice called out.
“Stop right there, young lady.”
It was Pastor James, and he was looking at my mother with the kind of stern expression I’d seen him use during particularly passionate sermons.
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“Claudia,” he said gently, walking down the aisle toward us, “would you abandon your daughter when she needs you the most? Isn’t this the time to show love and forgiveness?”
“But she’s having a child out of wedlock!” Mama protested. “I never—”
“That shouldn’t be an issue, Claudia,” Pastor James interrupted softly. “Sometimes the greatest blessings come in unexpected packages. Remember, Claudia, when your husband passed away, this congregation wrapped their arms around you and Faith. Shouldn’t we do the same now?”
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Those words changed Mama’s thoughts. She looked at me and then burst into tears.
The next thing I knew, we were hugging right there in the middle of the church, both of us crying while the congregation pretended not to watch.
“I’m so sorry, baby girl,” she whispered into my hair. “I was just scared for you. I know how hard it is raising a child alone…”
“I’m not alone, Mama,” I said. “I have Glenn, and I have you… if you’ll still have me?”
But the story doesn’t end here.
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A few days later, Mama insisted on meeting Glenn and his family.
“Time to do this properly,” she said, straightening my collar like I was still a little girl. “No more secrets.”
Glenn drove us to his place.
“You nervous?” I asked Glenn as we pulled up to his house.
“A little,” he admitted, squeezing my hand. “But it’s time our families met.”
You won’t believe what happened next. We pulled up to this beautiful house, and who opened the door? Pastor James.
The look on his face when Glenn called him “Dad” was priceless.
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“Faith?” Pastor James said, looking between me and his son. “Glenn, son, is this your young lady?”
“Yes sir,” Glenn said, taking my hand. “Surprised?”
“Well, I’ll be…” Pastor James shook his head, then started laughing. “The Lord sure does work in mysterious ways.”
Looking back now, I can’t help but laugh at how everything unfolded. Sometimes the best blessings come wrapped in the scariest packages, and sometimes the people you think you barely know turn out to be your biggest supporters.
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And Mama? Well, she’s already picking out baby names and knitting tiny booties.
And just yesterday, she said, “You know, sugar, maybe it’s time I started getting out more. Mrs. Jones’ brother just moved to town…”
Let’s see what happens next.
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A man saves a stray dog that had fallen into the ice, leading him to a lost family inheritance
John had a mission to find a long-lost family heirloom. After rescuing a dog that was about to drown, he discovered much more than just the family inheritance.
John had settled in an old cabin searching for a long-lost family treasure: a gold medallion bearing the family coat of arms. He spent his days working online and his evenings studying antiques on various specialized websites, hoping to find the medallion.
His grandfather cherished the medallion, which he had received from his father years ago. He often spoke about it with great nostalgia. So, John decided to find it.
However, that day wasn’t about work or family. On that particularly cold winter day, all John wanted was to enjoy a day of fishing. As he prepared his hook on the cabin porch, he suddenly heard a faint bark coming from the lake.
At first, John ignored the bark, but as it turned into desperate whimpering, he became worried and decided to check what was happening.
“You really are a lucky dog,” John said, pausing with a sudden realization. “Yes… I think that’s what I’ll call you. Lucky.”
As he approached the lake, he saw a Labrador that had fallen into the ice, struggling to stay afloat. John immediately returned to the cabin, grabbed a rope, and rushed back to the lake. He quickly fashioned a lasso and caught the dog, pulling her from the freezing water. The dog shivered, helpless, and appeared to have an injured paw.
John quickly wrapped her in a blanket and brought her home. He warmed her by the fireplace, fed her, and treated her wounds.
“Poor thing. You’ve been through so much. How could anyone abandon something so beautiful?” John said as he cared for the dog, who soon fell asleep.
“You really are a lucky dog,” John said again, this time with a warm smile. “Yes… that’s your name now. Lucky.” The dog gave a soft bark, as if in agreement with her new name.
From that moment, John decided to keep Lucky as his companion. Over the weeks, John continued his search for the family heirloom.
What made the search particularly difficult was that he wasn’t exactly sure what he was looking for. Some family members said it was a gold medallion, others a pendant. The only thing they all agreed on was that it bore the family emblem.
The last connection to the lost family inheritance was a pouch with an embroidered family crest, which was where the relic had been kept until it disappeared, according to his grandfather. John tirelessly pursued his quest night after night. Every evening, he scoured antique photos but found no clues. And every evening, Lucky sat by his side for company.
One night, after another fruitless search, John lost his temper. While sitting at his desk, examining data as usual, he suddenly stood up and threw the pouch to the floor. He placed his hands against the wall, trying to calm down and brace himself.
“I’m done! This is hopeless! I’ll never find that stupid thing!” John shouted in frustration. Lucky whimpered sympathetically, sensing her new master’s distress. Feeling Lucky’s concern, John began to pet her. “Sorry, Lucky. I’ve had enough. I don’t want to search anymore. Besides, I’m not alone now. I’ve got you. I won’t waste more time on this nonsense. From now on, it’s just you and me.”
John examined Lucky’s injuries, which were nearly healed. “Once you’re fully recovered, I’ll teach you a few tricks. How does that sound?” John asked, to which Lucky responded with enthusiastic barking and a wagging tail.
“I think the better question is, what are you doing in my cabin?”
A week later, Lucky had fully recovered, and John began taking her for walks in the forest near the lake. But Lucky kept trying to run off into the woods.
As the situation worsened, John began to fear that one day she would run off and get hurt or lost. So he decided to cut back on the walks and instead play and train with Lucky at home.
One evening, while lying in bed, John decided to resume his search. He opened his laptop and searched online for clues about the family relic. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lucky dragging the jewelry pouch into the bed John had prepared for her.
“No, Lucky!” John commanded, jumping out of bed. “Bring it here,” he said, trying to take it from Lucky. But she didn’t let go, holding it tightly in her teeth.
Suddenly, Lucky bolted toward the door, pouch in mouth, and whined to be let outside. John thought Lucky just wanted to play, so he opened the door, hoping to retrieve the pouch once they were outside. However, when he opened the door, Lucky dashed into the woods.
“Lucky!” John shouted. He quickly grabbed his flashlight and ran after her.
“Lucky! Stop!” John yelled, chasing her as fast as he could. Lucky slowed down and sped up occasionally, allowing John to keep up as if she was leading him somewhere.
A few minutes later, Lucky suddenly stopped in a remote part of the forest. John caught up, panting and scolding Lucky for running off. But when John caught his breath, he noticed an old cabin in front of them. Lucky entered through the slightly open door.
“No, Lucky! Come back,” John whispered, afraid the cabin’s occupants might think they were trying to steal something. But judging by the cabin’s remote location, John figured it was likely abandoned.
As they got closer, John started recognizing the cabin, leaving him puzzled. He knew the forest like the back of his hand and had passed by this cabin many times without paying it much attention. Why had Lucky led him here?
Overcome by curiosity, John went against his better judgment and followed Lucky inside. Lucky sniffed around the cabin, exploring every corner. She suddenly stopped near the fireplace, dropping the pouch beside her.
“That’s not all. I found your brother, Steven. He’s in my car, and you can meet him right now.”
“Alright, that’s enough, Lucky. Let’s get out of here before we get into trouble,” John said softly, trying to pull Lucky toward the door. But Lucky wouldn’t budge. She was onto something. Lucky began digging in the fireplace. A minute later, she unearthed a shiny object with her teeth and placed it at John’s feet.
It was a gold medallion with an intricate design engraved on the front. John picked it up to examine it more closely. After a moment, he realized it wasn’t just any design, but his family’s coat of arms! This was the heirloom John had been searching for all along. He had almost given up, and now it was right there in his hands.
Suddenly, the cabin door opened, and an elderly man entered.
“Charlie? I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” the elderly man said, turning to the dog.
“Charlie? You know her?” John asked.
“Do I know her? I think the better question is, what are you doing in my cabin?” the man asked, grabbing the axe by the door.
“I’m sorry, it’s this dog that led me here. She insisted. I mean no harm,” John said, cautiously raising his hands in the air.
“Yeah, she can be quite insistent,” the man replied.
“I found her in the lake. She almost drowned.”
“Oh… Well, thank you. I took her in as a puppy from a nearby trail,” the man explained, slowly setting down the axe.
“And you named her Charlie? You do know she’s a girl, right?” John said with a little laugh, lowering his hands as well.
“She became my best friend, so I named her after my childhood friend. Someone I haven’t seen in a very long time,” the elderly man said with a sad, nostalgic look in his eyes.
“Where did you find this?” John asked, holding out the medallion. “My family has been searching for this medallion for years,” John added.
The man’s face suddenly grew pale. He looked confused and angry. John feared the worst, but then he saw a tear roll down the man’s cheek as he sat on the floor, defeated.
“My parents left that medallion to my younger brother, Charlie, when they passed away. They left me nothing. I was so furious that I stole it from him. Eventually, I joined the army. When I returned, I had no intention of reconnecting with my brother, so I came to live here in this cabin, hoping to sell the medallion for some money and start over,” the man tearfully explained.
“But I was told it had no value. So this cabin became my new home, and I’ve lived here ever since. I couldn’t bring myself to face my brother and apologize for what I had done. The shame has haunted me ever since,” the man admitted.
“I recently tried to burn it in the fireplace. But it remained intact,” the man concluded.
“Your brother’s name is Charlie?” John asked, surprised.
“Yes,” the man replied.
“That’s my grandfather’s name. He’s been searching for this medallion for years,” John said, stepping closer to the man.
“You’re Charlie’s grandson?” the man said, standing up to get a better look at John. “Yes, I can see it now,” the man said with a comforting smile. “Charlie brought us together,” he added, warmly embracing John as he cried.
“I think it’s time you and your brother reunited,” John said softly.
“Yes… I think it is,” the man agreed, nodding.
John couldn’t believe it. He had found the family heirloom and uncovered a family secret. He had no idea his grandfather had a long-lost brother.
That evening, John went to his grandfather’s house to show him what he had found. The elderly man couldn’t hold back his tears when he saw the medallion. He was amazed at how the dog had found in just a few days what the family had been searching for over decades.
He opened the medallion to reveal its true value. Inside was the only photo of John’s grandfather, his parents, and his older brother.
“Thank you so much, my boy. You have no idea what this means to me,” John’s grandfather said gratefully.
“That’s not all. I found your brother. Your Steven. He’s in my car, and you can meet him right now.” John’s grandfather couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He nodded hesitantly.
John and his grandfather stepped out of their small lakeside home to find Steven, Charlie’s brother, getting out of the car at the same time. Charlie approached, tears in his eyes. John stood back, Lucky by his side, watching as his grandfather and his brother embraced emotionally.
“I’m so sorry, Charlie!” Steven cried.
“I know. It’s all right now. We’re finally together again, brother,” Charlie said, weeping bitterly.
Charlie and Steven spent a long night together. They drank coffee, reminisced about the good old days, and caught up on all the important events they had missed in each other’s lives. John took photos of their time together and was extremely happy for his grandfather.
John’s grandfather and Steven agreed that Steven would leave the cabin and move in with him the next day to make up for the lost time. But in the morning, when John went to pick up Steven’s things to bring him to his grandfather’s, he discovered that the elderly man had passed away in his cabin.
His grandfather was heartbroken, but grateful for the moment he had just shared with his long-lost brother and best friend. John added a photo of the two brothers together in their old age to the medallion, only increasing its value to their family.
What can we learn from this story?
Sometimes our actions lead us to unexpected places, and we never know what we might find or who we might meet. John’s encounter with Lucky led him to his grandfather’s brother and helped heal an old family wound.
Chances for redemption exist. Steven and his brother Charlie found a second chance at redemption in their old age, after all those years.
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