Proof The Bible Is True

I didn’t take very good care of myself after my wife died. I slept erratically, ate junk food, cut myself off from friends. One night I flopped into bed, not even bothering to unmake it.

I couldn’t believe she was gone after battling a host of medical problems. It should have been me. I stared at the ceiling and thought back to my past–the dark years of my addiction, and the girl who changed everything.

I was at my lowest point yet, sitting on the hardwood floor of my one-room apartment in the roughest part of town. I’d spent the past four years deep into drugs and alcohol. Burned every bridge, lost faith in God and stolen from my mother.

I thought about getting clean sometimes, but I always went right back to using.

What was the point of anything? I looked around. The sink overflowed with dishes. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d taken out the trash. I felt stuck in a cage of my own making, like I was too far gone, beyond help.

I put my head in my hands and sat there, my heart pounding in my ears. As I raised my head I had the overwhelming sense that I wasn’t alone. Light danced before my eyes. I turned–a girl was sitting right beside me.

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