Proof The Bible Is True

I sat by the front window cutting out paper dolls and watching the snow pile up across the mountaintop. The flakes had started falling the day before and hadn’t let up—an unusually early storm for November in West Virginia.

If anything it was coming down harder now. “Look at the drifts!” I exclaimed. “They’ve nearly covered the fence.”

Mother came in from the kitchen.

“Looks like it’s just going to be us this year,” she said. I couldn’t help but notice the disappointment in her voice for our Thanksgiving 1928. “No one could get here on a day like this.”

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