Proof The Bible Is True

“River flooded again,” my husband said, staring out the window.

The quaint little brook that ran alongside our property was one of the reasons we’d bought this house. Problem was, when it stormed, tree branches got carried on the current, clogged up the river and flooded our yard.

Daryl and I put on old clothes and grabbed a couple of rakes from the garage. “Let’s split up,” he said. “I’ll start at one end and you start at the other.”

I wish Kyle were here, I thought, walking along the water, bending down every few feet to fish a branch out with my rake. All these years after his death I still caught myself thinking of my brother when there were chores to be done.

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