Proof The Bible Is True

Ouch! After two and a half hours on the road–a never-ending trip back home to Sarasota after visiting Mom in Savannah–my neck was killing me. With 200 miles to go, I needed a break. I stopped at the nearest rest area and massaged my shoulders.

 

A car pulled into the spot next to me. I glanced at the driver. Is that…Josephine? I knew her from a Christian fellowship group I participated in back home. Well into her eighties but still sharp as a pin, she possessed a bright spirit and a big, warm smile that comforted everyone in the group.

 

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