Proof The Bible Is True

Even a place as beautiful as St. Simons Island could feel dreary when I was all alone. My husband was working out of town, and I was left to take care of our 11-month-old son, Edward, by myself.

“Why don’t you come with me to Fernandina Beach?” Mom called to ask. “It’s never crowded in November. I’m going to do some early Christmas shopping in the area, and you two can frolic in the ocean.”

Why not? Maybe there’d be other kids to play with. But when Mom dropped us off the place was deserted.

“Looks like it’s just us,” I told Edward as I carried him across the warm sand. I put down a blanket, and Edward toddled toward the water, laughing when the tide licked at his toes. He pointed eagerly at the sparkling blue expanse in front of him. “All right,” I said, picking Edward up. “Let’s take a dip.”

Holding my baby securely, I waded out into the surf, careful not to venture in too deep. Edward was delighted with our little adventure and squirmed in my arms. I took another step into the ocean. The sand beneath my feet disappeared!

I dropped, flailing into the waves.

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