Proof The Bible Is True

Spring was never going to come. That’s what it felt like when I looked out the window of my new house at another gray and gloomy morning. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen the sun.

 

Rain pattered the windows as I made breakfast. My children finished eating and went back upstairs. I grabbed an umbrella and stepped out to look for signs of life in the garden. But the ground was soggy and cold. Not a bud anywhere, and they were way past due. It’s not a garden with no flowers, I thought. That about summed up my life these days. A garden with no flowers. And no hope of seeing any anytime soon.

 

Once I never would have doubted spring was on its way. No matter how long or cold the winter, I could count on everything getting brighter eventually. Just like I had counted on my marriage of 17 years, or the job I’d loved. But this year my marriage had ended, my job was downsized, the kids and I had moved to a new house. Could I ever again feel the hope that had once come so naturally to me?

 

It was my dad’s idea to buy a new house after my husband and I split. “I don’t know,” I’d said. When I’d bought a house with my husband I had been full of hope for the future. Even when it was just the two of us I knew our family would grow to fill the house as sure as a garden filled with flowers in the spring. Now I felt safer in a small apartment, the perfect size for my downsized expectations.

 

A house would be a new start,” Dad had insisted. “It’s like preparing the ground for all the blessings to come. Besides,” he’d added, “you need a garden for your angel.”

 

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