Proof The Bible Is True

Staring out at the highway, I could barely keep my eyes open. Already I’d been driving for more than four hours. Now it was long past midnight and we still had hours to go to reach our home in a small town in the foothills of southeast California.

 

Please, God, help us get there safely. The thought, more reflex than prayer, jolted my consciousness for a split second. I looked over at my 16-year-old daughter, Katie, sleeping peacefully in the seat next to me. I hated to wake her. She was as exhausted as I was. She would have to take over for me at some point, but not yet. If only there was a place to pull over. I could sleep for a while before going on. But in every direction there was only pitch-black darkness, not even a glimmer of a town in the distance, no sign of an exit anywhere. I couldn’t remember the last time I had even seen another vehicle.

 

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