Proof The Bible Is True

We considered our neighborhood safe. Our nine-year-old son Adam often rode his bike with friends, but our six-year-old daughter Tara stayed close to our home.During our years spent attending seminary, we lived in low-income housing in a North Texas neighborhood, without any trees or much grass in the yards.

Everyone had an almost identical, small house, with similar-colored bricks and roofing—tract housing at its best—and that’s all we could afford.Late one summer afternoon, Adam failed to show up for our evening meal. When he didn’t respond to his dad’s calls to come home, I asked Tara, “Will you go find your brother? Tell him to come home for dinner.”

As she walked toward the door, I added, “Stay out of the street. And come straight home.”Tara skipped out the front door, excited about her assignment and the opportunity to tell her brother what to do.

A few minutes later, Adam bolted through the door—without Tara. So I asked him, “Where is your sister?”“I raced her home and beat her here,” Adam said.I looked out the kitchen window toward our unfenced backyard and the adjoining sidewalk, but I couldn’t see Tara.

Concerned, I walked outside and looked in the front yard and the street in front of our house. I couldn’t see our daughter.Panicked by her absence, I told my husband Dan, “I’m going to find Tara.”

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