Proof The Bible Is True

When you have to bury your children, it doesn’t matter how long they’ve been gone, you never stop missing them. My husband, Myles, and I lost both our daughters. Linda’s alcoholism brought her life to a tragic end at age 45. Renee passed away at 48 after a long fight with breast cancer.

 

It’s been more than eight years since our girls died, but some days grief still hits me so hard, it’s as if I just kissed them goodbye for the last time.

 

Like the other day. When Myles saw me staring at our girls’ pictures on our mantel, he could tell what was troubling me. “Oh, sweetheart,” he said, taking me in his arms. “We’re going to Bible study tonight. That always makes you feel better.”

 

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