You have to come with me for them.” Matthew was silent for a moment, his thoughts racing. He looked at his son sleeping peacefully now, for the first time in weeks, and he knew she was right. There was no better option. Finally, he nodded slowly. “Thank you. Thank you very much,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Emily smiled warmly. “Don’t thank me,” she replied, her voice kind and full of grace. “Thank God. I’m just glad I could help.” Life at Emily’s house was nothing short of happiness. For the first time in a very long while, Matthew felt peace. He couldn’t stop thanking Emily for everything she was doing. Every time he looked at the baby’s smiling and clean clothes or saw a full plate of food on the table, his eyes would mist up with quiet gratitude. Emily had gone all out.
She bought Paul and Silas new baby clothes, soft blankets, tiny colorful shoes, toys that lit up and sang, and every kind of baby food she could find. She even took Matthew’s shopping new shirts, trousers, shoes, and clean underwear. When they came back home with bags full of clothes, he had stood in front of the mirror and barely recognized himself.
Within weeks, Matthew had transformed. No more sweat-drenched rags, no more dusty hair or tired, sunken cheeks. He was clean, wellfed, handsome once again, and most importantly, hopeful. He never believed there would be a time when he and his babies would have enough to eat, enough to wear, and a roof over their heads. But now here he was because God sent Emily. The twins were glowing.
