Proof The Bible Is True

Boxes filled the bedroom. We had only days to go before my daughter, J.J., and I had to move.

 

But I was having second thoughts. Downstairs, the front door slammed and J.J. called up to me. “Mama,” she said. “Guess what? I saw another angel today!”

 

I wasn’t too surprised. With all the time J.J. spent at the little church next door to our house, angel sightings had become a common occurrence.

 

Although she was an adult, J.J. had Down syndrome, so there weren’t many places she could go on her own. At our church, I knew she was safe with her friends among the staff and congregation.

 

J.J. ran up the stairs and frowned at all the boxes. “I don’t want to move!” she announced.

 

“I know, sweetie,” I said. “But you’ll like our new house. You wait and see.”

 

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