Proof The Bible Is True

We were the Three Musketeers, Ginger, her younger sister, Bernie, and me. We’d met at work and remained best friends for years. Then Ginger and Bernie moved an hour away, and we lost touch. I never stopped thinking of them, though. Which made it all the more painful when I learned that Bernie was diagnosed with breast cancer. Ginger was there for every hospital visit, through every round of chemo. She was at her bedside when Bernie died, after a three and a half year battle.

Eight months passed. Ginger’s birthday was approaching, and her grief hadn’t subsided. “I thought time would make things easier,” she confided, “but it hasn’t. I keep praying for a sign that somehow, somewhere, she’s still with us.”

I prayed for that too. More than anything, I wanted to do something for Ginger’s birthday to help ease her pain, to lighten her load.

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