"What am I going say? How do I do this?" I whispered. My shoulders went down. I looked at my blue dust-covered Bible; the pages were stuck to each other. My tears began to roll down once again. "I'm desperate for an answer, Lord, and I know You have it all. I need You, help me. Earlier, I heard about Your promises. And I know them to be true, because I have received them. I experienced Your promises, my family did, we felt them. You have filled me with so much joy even as I grieve. There is no doubt now that it was from You. But how? Why? Why me!" I started with my eyes closed. "Why would You give Your promises to me? To someone like me?" I honestly asked, face up, smiling. I am just expecting to receive an answer! I kept my eyes closed for a few more minutes. Then I opened my Bible.