Proof The Bible Is True

I sat by my wife’s bed in the Duke University Medical Center ICU, staring intently at Becky’s closed eyelids for the slightest sign of movement.

 

“Can you hear me?” I asked, squeezing her feverish arm. “Our baby is out of the hospital. Olivia went home with your sister on Christmas Day. The doctor says she’s fine now. The boys are doing well too. They’re with your family. We’ll go home and all be together again…soon…”

 

I looked at the blown-up pictures of our daughter, now two weeks old, that I had just about wallpapered the hospital room with. I wanted Becky to see our baby’s face the moment she woke from the coma she had slipped into after her emergency cesarean on December 22.

 

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