Proof The Bible Is True

We had a long list of things we wanted to do that summer, including going to the playground across the street by ourselves. My sister was 12, my twin and I were 9—old enough not to need the watchful eye of our mother, we decided. “Please, Mami?” we begged. “Can we go?”

 

Our parents were protective Puerto Ricans, determined to shelter us from big-city dangers as best they could. Mami was hesitant, but she looked at the picture of Jesus that hung on our dining room wall, closed her eyes and made the sign of the cross. “Okay,” she said, “but stick together.”

 

We rushed out the door. We’d been playing on the jungle gym for only a few minutes when a white and gold dove landed on a branch nearby. I’d never seen a dove like this before. As we moved from one end of the park to the other, the dove followed. Our shouts and laughter were no deterrent. No matter where we went, the dove never left our side.

 

It was only when we headed back home that it flew away. We couldn’t wait to tell Mami about our heavenly babysitter. I’ll always remember God’s playful answer to her prayer.

 

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