Proof The Bible Is True

It was a strange Christmas package: a large plastic mailbox.

 

A present from Susan, a woman I’d worked with. “I didn’t have a box or a gift bag, so I packed your gift in that,” Susan explained, giving it to me outside my office that morning. I tried to laugh. I could definitely use some cheering up, especially after the night that I’d had.

 

It was supposed to be the big night for our Christmas tree trimming, and I was determined to make it extra-special this year. My husband had walked out on my three kids and me just a month earlier.

 

I’d gotten a tree that was 10 feet tall, so big I couldn’t even fit it through my door. I sat on my front porch, garden shears in hand, trimming the branches so I could squeeze it in.

 

When we got the tree set up, I noticed a tiny crack in the stand. But I tested it and it seemed fine. I popped a Christmas CD into the stereo and the kids and I took turns hanging the glass ornaments we’d collected over the years.

 

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