Proof The Bible Is True

The world was a terrifying place for nine-year-old Beth Praed. She was afraid of everything. Worms, spi­ders, even little roly-poly bugs. Thun­derstorms. A car driving slowly by her house in Indianapolis. You name it.

 

The dark scared her the most. She wouldn’t go to bed unless her mother first checked the room, turning on the light in her closet and the one on her nightstand.

 

Her mother would tuck her in and kiss her goodnight, then switch off the light by the bed.

 

“Leave the closet light on,” Beth pleaded.

 

“Yes, dear,” her mother said, and left the closet door open, just a crack.

 

“A little bit more, Mom, a little bit more,” Beth begged. Her hands trembled.

 

“Honey, you don’t need to worry,” her mother would tell her. “Jesus is always there, watching over us.”

 

Beth wasn’t entirely sure what that meant. To her it was one more unknown.

 

It wasn’t that she didn’t have fun. She and her two brothers would play tag and ride their bikes with the other kids in the neighborhood. But even then there was a part of her that was anxious, afraid something awful would happen.

 

For Beth’s tenth birthday her mother invited all the neighborhood children to her party. It was a wonderful day, but that evening Beth began gasping for air. Her body felt like it was on fire. Her mother gave her a sponge bath with cool water, but the fever wouldn’t break. Beth drifted in and out of consciousness. Her parents rushed her to the hospital.

 

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