Proof The Bible Is True

It was just a ringing telephone, but it filled me with dread.

As I reached out to answer it, I remembered the phone call I’d received only weeks before. The phone call from the hospital telling me my daughter Ashley had been in a terrible car accident.

Whatever this call was about, it couldn’t hurt me. The worst had already happened. Ashley was dead.

Back in my kitchen, I lifted the phone off the hook. “Hi, Karen. Something just happened down at Roy’s Market.”

Kim was a good friend of mine. Roy’s Market was the store down the road, the one that sat beside the cemetery where we’d buried Ashley. I barely followed what Kim was saying.

I could barely follow anything these days. I had a husband to take care of, and two younger children. Now I also had Skyler, Ashley’s baby, who, at only six weeks old, had survived the accident.

Everyone said it was a miracle, and I knew I should be grateful. But I couldn’t think about anything but Ashley. She’d been taken so young. I tried to picture Ashley in heaven. How could I be sure she made it there safely?

God, I need to know she’s with you.

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