Proof The Bible Is True

Two days before Veterans Day, one of the churches in town had a white elephant sale. I browsed aisle after aisle of clothes, cookbooks and household goods, not looking for anything in particular, other than something to keep me occupied. It’d been nine years since my husband, Burnell, died of leukemia. Veterans Day had always been our holiday—we rarely missed a parade, memorial or marching band performance. It was still hard getting used to being alone.

 

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