Proof The Bible Is True

Come on, Arlan. Get up. Get dressed. Go through the everyday routine, I told myself when I woke a few days after my wife’s funeral.

 

Dolly and I had been a devoted couple for 43 years. I’d always had her right by my side, or to come home to at the end of a long day. Who was by my side now?

 

I got dressed, had some breakfast and headed to the cemetery in my truck. My hobby was restoring and caring for abandoned pioneer grave sites, many of them made of sandstone.

 

They’re very fragile. The wrong cleaning process could damage them beyond repair. It was detailed work, but the results gave me a sense of accomplishment. The people in these old graves had no one else to care for their final resting place. But with me, they weren’t alone and forgotten.

 

Nowadays I know what that’s like, I thought as I parked my truck and walked through the cemetery gates.

 

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