Proof The Bible Is True

It had been one year since I had escaped my abusive marriage with my three young children, all 12 years old and under. We had just moved to the farmhouse that had once belonged to my grandparents, and I hoped I could put down some roots again.

 

But the fear and doubt that my ex-husband had instilled in me for 14 years lingered. Will I ever feel confident and secure again? I wondered.

 

Our century-old farmhouse needed some work, especially on the front deck, which was sagging and splintered and going to rot. I had very little to spend on the repairs—my mother was already helping out with the basics—and I couldn’t afford to put my trust in an unreliable contractor.

 

But who could I turn to for a recommendation? I was still new to the area.

 

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