Little Orphan Prays in Church for Mom to Come for Him, Then He Hears a Voice Say, ‘I’ll Take You’

Six-year-old Alan, an orphan, knew what it felt like to be abandoned. Left at a shelter as a baby, he had always longed for his mother. He watched other children with their parents, wondering what it would feel like to be loved and held by a mother. One Sunday, Alan went to church with his guardian, Nancy. That day, his longing grew stronger. He walked to the front of the church, knelt, clasped his hands, and whispered his pleas.

“Dear Jesus, they say you hear everything,” he cried, his small voice echoing in the empty hall. “My guardians told me you’d listen if I asked. So here I am, begging you…please, Jesus, send my mommy to me.”

As he prayed, his voice grew louder, his words full of the deep pain only a lonely child could understand. His cheeks flushed, and his eyes puffy from crying. Nancy came closer, gently urging him to lower his voice, but Alan seemed lost in his own world, hoping his words would reach heaven. He stared at the crucifix, pleading with God to hear him.

“Why won’t you answer me?” he sobbed. “Please, Jesus…they all have mommies. Why can’t I have mine? I just want my mommy.”

Nancy placed a hand on his shoulder, reminding him to be quieter as people watched him with sympathy. Alan wiped his tears and tried to calm down, but then he noticed a woman entering the church with her little girl. The child, cuddled close to her mother, looked at Alan and smiled shyly. Alan’s heart swelled with longing again, and his tears fell anew.

“Jesus, look!” he cried, pointing at the woman and her child. “That girl has her mommy. Why don’t I have mine? I’m begging you, Jesus, please let me see my mommy.”

Nancy watched him, a gentle smile on her face despite the sadness in her eyes. “You never know, Alan. Sometimes God answers in ways we don’t expect.”

Before Alan could respond, a woman’s voice spoke from behind them. “I’ll take you, my boy. I’ve come for you.”

Alan and Nancy turned around in surprise. The woman he had noticed earlier now stood behind them. She looked at Alan with tears in her eyes and trembling lips.

“Alan, my boy! I’ve come for you. I’m here to take you home,” she said, her voice breaking.

Nancy’s face showed both surprise and confusion. She held Alan protectively, turning to the woman. “Who are you? And how do you know his name?”

The woman took a step closer, her gaze fixed on Alan. “My name is Annette,” she said. “I’m Alan’s mother. I left him at the shelter six years ago. I come here almost every day to see him from a distance. Today…I couldn’t hold back anymore. I’ve come to take him home.”

Nancy looked stunned, glancing between the woman and Alan. “Your son? If you’re truly his mother, you must have proof.”

Annette reached into her purse and pulled out an old photo. It showed a younger version of herself holding a newborn, wrapped tightly in a blanket, looking at him with love and sorrow. “I was 16 when I gave birth to Alan,” Annette explained, tears falling down her cheeks. “My parents forced me to leave him, and I had no choice back then.”

Annette’s story poured out. She had fallen in love young, but the boy left her when he found out she was pregnant. Her parents, unwilling to support her choice, gave her an ultimatum—abandon the baby or lose everything, including her family. Heartbroken, Annette left her newborn at the shelter, seeing no other option. She moved on, finished her schooling, and married a man named Jason, who knew her past but thought she had left it behind.

“I tried to live, but I could never forget him,” Annette said, choking up. “For years, I visited this church, hoping to see him from afar. But today, hearing him cry, I couldn’t leave again. I need him in my life. I want to take him home and make up for lost time.”

Nancy, deeply moved, looked down at Alan, who stared at the woman with wide eyes. “It’s your choice, Alan. Do you want to go with her?”

Alan’s face lit up, hope growing in his eyes. “Mommy?” he whispered softly. The woman knelt down, reaching out her arms, and he didn’t hesitate. He ran to her, feeling his mother’s embrace for the first time.

Annette was determined to make things right. She started the process to gain custody of Alan, took a DNA test confirming their relation, and after legal steps, was finally able to take him home. Her choice came with a heavy price.

Her parents disowned her, cutting all ties and support. Even her husband, Jason, who once accepted her past, felt betrayed. “I married you because I thought you’d moved on,” he said coldly. “I’ll support our daughter, but I can’t accept this child as mine.” He filed for divorce soon after.

Though she lost nearly everything, Annette never regretted her decision. She took Alan and her daughter Amy, and they moved abroad. She found work to support them, finally free from her past burdens. Surrounded by her children, she lived each day knowing she had chosen love over tradition, and she couldn’t be happier.