For years, the Bible sat untouched in the box, a symbol of unresolved feelings. But now, with bills mounting and no way out, Mike couldn’t ignore it any longer.
“Fine, Grandma. Let’s see what your ‘help’ is,” he muttered, pulling the box toward him.
As he opened the Bible, its worn leather crackled under his fingers. At first, it seemed like just an old book, but as he flipped through the pages, something caught his eye—two $100 bills tucked between the thin sheets.
His heart pounded as he continued flipping through the pages. More bills appeared, carefully hidden throughout the Bible. By the time he finished, he had uncovered thousands of dollars.
Tears filled Mike’s eyes as he stared at the money spread across his bed. “Why didn’t you just tell me?” he whispered. “Why didn’t you say anything, Grandma?”
The overwhelming emotions flooded him, and memories of Grace rushed back—her warm smile, her unwavering faith, and her love that never wavered, even when things were hard.
The next day, Mike took the money to the hospital, where his mother’s treatment could now continue without the burden of financial stress.
“Grandma saved us,” he told Kaila, his voice trembling with gratitude.
Kaila smiled faintly, tears in her eyes. “That sounds like her. She always knew what to do.”
With the weight of the financial burden lifted, Mike found the space to breathe for the first time in years. He reduced his grueling work hours and even enrolled in part-time accounting classes—something he had always dreamed of but could never afford.
Months later, Kaila’s health improved, and Mike began rebuilding the life he once thought was out of reach. Grace’s love and foresight continued to guide him, even in her absence.
The Bible, no longer sitting in a dusty box, became a source of comfort and inspiration—a symbol of Grace’s faith in him. Mike vowed to live the life she always believed he could.