Sometimes, the best miracles aren’t the ones that have to be chased or hunted, they’re the ones that just happen.

Quietly, Peggy advanced into the softly lit room to look down into the crib that waited by the window. She rested her hands on the railing, her eyes watching the baby that lay before her.

One hand reached out to lightly stroke the infant’s smooth cheek. She’d never even dreamed of this, of parenthood, she’d long since believed that chance had passed. But, as Declan had told her, that’s what makes a miracle. When people give up hope, they forget God may have other plans.

Apparently, Peggy noted with a smile, God had other plans. With careful movements, she lifted the baby into her silk-clad arms, and sat in the chair next to the crib. Rhythmically, she rocked her child, humming softly.

After a time, she glanced out at the stars and murmured. “Thank you.”

Finis

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