Proof The Bible Is True

My husband, Don, retired 10 years ago. Soon after, we bought a three-quarter-ton Chevy Silverado and a fully equipped travel trailer, and set off in search of adventure. Our eventual goal was to visit all 48 continental states and Canada. We saw New England and New Mexico, and everything in between.

One night, deep in Wisconsin wilderness, I marveled at how safe we always felt, no matter how far from home we roamed. “God’s angels are with us,” I said, and Don nodded, knowing I was right.

Once in Colorado, Don wanted to ride a 19th-century train between Durango and Silverton in the Rocky Mountains. I’m scared of heights. “Okay, I’ll go,” I finally agreed, “but only if our angels come along.”

I could see nothing below us for thousands of feet, and the track was so narrow the train hung over on both sides. Wonder of wonders, the train ride was thrilling. Those angels were there, all right.

Last summer Don and I had planned a 10,000-mile journey to the Northwest. We’d covered all but six states and western Canada, and this trip would have been the fulfillment of our dream. Then we had to cancel it. I’d had problems with my right hip for a few years, but so far I had coped.

In a very short time, though, the pain grew so bad I couldn’t walk. The words “hip replacement surgery” became part of my everyday vocabulary, and fear overtook me.

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