Mike lived a life filled with regret, resentment, and hardship until a hidden secret in the Bible left to him by his late grandmother turned everything around. It wasn’t just a book—it was a lifeline that changed his world.
Mike worked tirelessly at a grocery store, his uniform wrinkled, his face weary. The rhythmic beeps of scanners and the murmur of customers were background noise to his thoughts. His days were long, his spirit drained, and every paycheck barely made a dent in the mountain of bills piling up.“Thank you. Have a good day,” he muttered to a customer as he handed over their change. His words felt empty because good days were a rare luxury for Mike.
Another notification buzzed on his phone—a reminder of yet another overdue medical bill. His mother, Kaila, had been battling a relentless illness, and the hospital visits and treatments were swallowing what little money they had. Mike worked six grueling days a week, but it was never enough.
When he got home, the small apartment he shared with his mother was dimly lit, and Kaila sat bundled on the couch under a thin blanket.“Hey, Mom,” Mike said softly, setting down his bag.
