Proof The Bible Is True

Drew opened the door of the kayak rental shop for me. I couldn’t help but admire his wedding ring, chiseled silver rimmed with gold. Our Hawaiian honeymoon was almost over but our life together, symbolized by our polished bands, was just beginning.

 

I’d prayed long and hard about marrying Drew, even after I’d accepted his proposal. I’d been married before, for 36 years, only to see it fall apart. Drew was divorced too. We’d met on an internet dating site, but I needed to know with absolute certainty that it was God who had brought us together.

 

Now, stealing another glance at Drew’s ring, I had no doubts. Somehow the blessed ring told me this was God’s plan for me. “We’re on our honeymoon,” I announced to the shop owner as we filled out the rental forms. Our guide led us down to the beach where the kayaks were stored. We lathered ourselves with sunblock and paddled to our own deserted island.

 

Drew and I walked hand in hand on the tiny crust of beach searching for shells. Besides the guide and us there wasn’t another soul for miles. The pounding surf and the whipping winds were all I heard. I stooped to pick up a beautiful shell. Again I took Drew’s hand and felt his ring against my fingers.

 

I was sorry to see our romantic adventure end. We checked to make sure we weren’t leaving any trash behind, then shoved off. The wind blew hard against us making the waves much rougher. I dug my paddle into the water, pulling hard with every stroke. Exhausting work! We reached the shore, left the kayaks with our guide, and returned to our rental car. When Drew put his hand on the steering wheel, his expression changed from contentment to shock. “My ring,” he said. “It’s gone!”

 

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