Proof The Bible Is True

Our family needed to come together more than ever that fall. I decided to have Thanksgiving at my house.

 

I hadn’t fixed a formal dinner in months, and I had a full set of white stoneware in my china cabinet just begging to be used: plates, salad plates, cups and saucers, creamer, sugar bowl, butter dish—the works. A week in advance, I made out my grocery list, including ingredients for my special fruit punch. It had been my granddaughter’s favorite.

 

Amanda, 20 years old, had lost her life in a car accident in the spring. She had visited with me the very evening before she died. Amanda was in heaven, I had no doubt. But would anything ever seem right in this world? Not without any more visits from Amanda.

 

The entire family was bereft. She was my daughter’s only child, and we were all very close. I hoped our holiday together would be of some comfort.

 

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