Proof The Bible Is True

Disappointment was all too clear in my husband’s eyes when I came home from the store empty-handed. “I just didn’t come across anything special,” I said. “Don’t worry. I’ll try again tomorrow after work.”

 

Tom nodded, but he was out of ideas too. This gift was important for both of us. The very first birthday present for his very first grandson, Vito. But I felt added pressure as Tom’s newlywed. Tom was a widower when we married. I wanted so badly to please him, impress him, to be the kind of loving, capable wife he was used to. Vito had been born on the third anniversary of his Nona’s death. Now, as Tom’s wife, I was stepping into his grandmother’s shoes. I didn’t want to fall short.

 

“Maybe we could get him another book?” Tom suggested. Vito and his family lived in Northern California, 500 miles from us. For Christmas, we’d sent a treasury of nursery rhymes that seemed to go over well.

 

At times like this I realized how little I knew this family I’d married into. Tom and his wife Bennie had been married for 34 years. I was still learning his tastes and idiosyncrasies. His children’s likes and dislikes, their parenting styles. It wasn’t like buying a gift for my own grandkids. I knew them inside and out. But little Vito…There had to be something else. Something inspired. But what?

 

“We should get something to eat and then sleep on it,” I said to Tom.

 

The next morning, while I was dressing for work, worry rose inside of me. I sat down on the edge of the bed. Lord, point me in the right direction, and help me to feel like a real member of this family.

 

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