Proof The Bible Is True

It was Mother’s Day, and I was especially worried about Mom. This year, for the first time, she would be all alone on the holiday. I kept thinking, If only Gary were with her.

 

My big brother Gary had been a quiet, caring man who loved helping others. Seven years earlier when my father died, Gary moved in with Mom and was a great comfort to her. They loved to play games together, watch TV and read books. Gary took a job at a convenience store close by.

 

Then one November evening the store was robbed; Gary was shot and killed. Afterward, Mom’s loneliness was acute, and I never let her out of my prayers.

 

That Mother’s Day I called to see how she was doing. To my surprise she sounded calm, at peace. Then she told me why.

 

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