Proof The Bible Is True

My husband and daughter had always been especially close. Ten-year-old Becky was her daddy’s little helper, running after Don if he went to the store or handing him tools as he fixed a leaky faucet.

I had back problems and when the three of us were out walking, I’d often fall behind; Don and Becky would turn around, coaxing me to catch up. When Don started cleaning houses for extra money, he often took Becky along for company. The quiet of the house without them got to me, but it was good knowing they were together—almost like worrying about one person instead of two.

That evening in April 1997, we were in the van on our way back to Fayetteville, Arkansas, after spending the weekend visiting my parents in Mountain Home, three hours away. As we pulled onto the curvy, two-lane highway that would take us home, I slipped a tape into the player and glanced back to make sure Becky had on her seat belt. She looked so cute in her purple top and shorts, seated right behind her daddy.

She’d follow him to the ends of the earth, I thought, smiling at my husband.

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