Proof The Bible Is True

Early Sunday mornings I take an hour’s walk before church and often find myself pondering my many blessings. This Sunday—Mother’s Day—I had a lot to be grateful for. My daughters had both sent lovely cards, one from Arizona, the other all the way from California.

Back when my daughters and I lived in the same place the girls used to bring me flowers. How I loved seeing my daughters at the door with a bouquet of fresh blossoms just for me.

Of course I knew the girls didn’t love me any less now. They never forgot me on Mother’s Day! I just missed the joy of receiving flowers. God, I know I’m being silly, I thought, pausing at the corner of Verona Avenue and Marietta Street. It wasn’t the gifts that made Mother’s Day special. Help me focus on how much I’m loved.

At this corner I always turned right. I planned to do that today, but then I stopped. What was this funny impulse to turn left?

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