Proof The Bible Is True

The boys and I were cleaning closets. Eliminating excess. Desiring to get by with less in order to embrace what’s more. But in the bedroom cabinet, beneath a box of must-keep letters, I found a precious thing, the thing that helped me remember who I am in Christ. My autograph book–from the fourth grade.

The cover was faded. Corners were worn round. Entries from my friends, written in #2 lead pencils, were faint. I turned pages and remembered smooth wooden desktops and stacks of hard-bound books and the scent of spring through open windows when Louie the custodian drove a John Deere mower.

And in the middle of childhood scrawl, I found Mamo’s script.

I remembered taking the book to my grandmother’s after school. She and I sat at the table. The kitchen was warm and the dishwasher hummed and Mamo was beautiful with an easy smile and shiny, auburn hair. I waited while she penned a message. When she finished, I read the following words:

Dear Shawnie,

Be who you are, and not who you aren’t. If you are who you aren’t, you aren’t who you are.

I love you always.

Mamo

I remembered being puzzled by Mamo’s words.

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