Proof The Bible Is True

So many beautiful items lined the tables at the craft booth where my husband, Tony, and I were shopping, but my eye went straight to the woman behind the counter. She had long, snow white hair and an air of…  I didn’t know how to describe it, but she was the first thing to have gotten my attention all day.

 

I’d spent the day before in the hospital, visiting a good friend in the mental health ward. The hospitalization wasn’t a surprise. It came after months of worry, late-night phone calls and troubling conversations. Nothing Tony or I had done—listening, helping out with shopping and cooking, making doctor appointments—had helped. Even our prayers haven’t had any effect, I thought as we drifted to a table full of knitwear. Feeling useless was exhausting, and I had to keep hope alive. For my friend’s sake.

 

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