Proof The Bible Is True

I turned my keys in the ignition and the car roared to life. Loud music blared from the radio. I glanced in the rearview mirror, shifted into reverse and prepared to back up. Ding, ding, ding! An annoying chime suddenly sounded. I checked the dashboard and saw a blinking green icon: Door Ajar. I opened and shut my door, but the light kept blinking and the chime didn’t stop. I don’t have time for this, I thought.

I was already late, as usual, to pick up my older daughter Kristen from a play-date. A close family friend had stopped by with his son, and we had got to talking as we watched our kids, his son and my 4-year-old daughter Becca, jumping on the trampoline. I didn’t realize how much time had passed.

Then I had looked at my watch. “Shoot,” I blurted out. “Gotta run! Becca, Mommy has to pick up your sister! You coming?”

“I wanna stay with Jason!” she replied.

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