Ada and I walked down the clear cut path towards camp, clutching a tupperware container filled with carrot cake and a pair of bibles wrapped in a blue bow. The cake was for Cliff’s birthday. The bibles were for Beverly. Two days prior, she had prayed for a bible. Within a few hours, I had been given two small bibles. God heard her prayer.
Ada handed Beverly both bibles. Her face lit up like a child on Christmas morning. This is the first time she’s owned a bible. She removed the blue bow and read the… Continue Reading
