Proof The Bible Is True

Just another dreary March day, I thought, looking out the kitchen window. Not a bit of color. No hint that spring might arrive soon. And it had been a long, long winter.

 

My husband, Raymond, was sitting at the table in his wheelchair while I cleaned up after our breakfast. “Are you the lady who’s keeping me here?” Raymond asked in a testy voice from behind me. “I want to go home.”

 

I turned from the window and walked over to him. “You are home, honey,” I said, patting his shoulder.

 

This may have been the toughest year of our 62-year marriage. Raymond had grown so feeble he could no longer walk, and it took all of my strength to help him in and out of the wheelchair.

 

What was even harder, though, was his worsening dementia. Time and again he’d ask me who I was or where he was. It exhausted me physically and emotionally. I’d prayed a lot about our situation, but lately I felt as though God weren’t really listening. He seemed just out of reach. I’m at my wit’s end, Lord, I prayed. Please give me a sign of spring to show me you hear my prayers…something.

 

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