Proof The Bible Is True

Four pairs of children’s shoes were lined up on our kitchen countertop, ready for a good shine before church in the morning. It was near midnight on Christmas Eve 1968, and everyone else in the house was asleep.

 

I had the TV on low in the living room. The astronauts manning the Apollo 8 spacecraft kept me company, the footage from the mission a comforting hum in the background. As I worked the polish into my daughter’s little saddle shoe, my mind kept wandering to her upcoming appointment at New York Presbyterian Hospital.

 

Lauren was four years old. Outwardly, nothing was wrong with her—she was a happy, healthy little girl. But she hardly said a word, even though her hearing tests appeared normal. Two years of seeking help locally failed to offer any answers. Doctors and therapists seemed to chalk her silence up to her being the youngest of four, with the older kids doing the talking for her.

 

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