Proof The Bible Is True

The gladioli in my garden were in full bloom. On my way to visit my mother in the retirement home, I cut three tall stalks and wrapped them in a damp paper towel and waxed paper. Purple and lush, the flowers would make a beautiful bouquet for her room.

 

When I reached the home I passed through the lobby and walked toward Mother’s room in the G wing. Suddenly I stopped and turned around and headed down another hall to the nursing unit.

 

I had no idea why I had changed direction, and I cannot tell you why at the nurses’ station I asked to be directed to Mrs. Farmer’s room.

 

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