Proof The Bible Is True

I was desperate. My washing machine had quit right in the middle of a load of clothes I was planning to pack up and take on vacation, and I couldn’t get anyone to repair it before we left.

 

“Come out today?” asked the sixth repairman I called. “You’ve got to be kidding!”

 

If only Dad were here now. He could fix anything. But my father had passed away recently. Lord, help me get along without him, I prayed. I then tried one last number. “I’ll be right over,” the repairman said once I explained to him how dire my predicament was.

 

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