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tell that Jesus was born. Some other things happened, but I wasn’t sure what, really—it talked about taxes and swaddling and glory and stuff.
    After I read to the big number three in the Luke part, I decided to set the book down and see if I felt a testimony coming.
    I waited for a long time.
    Just sat there and looked around.
    After that long time, I still felt the same. It was weird, actually. I wanted to feel different—I really did—and I couldn’t. Ugh.
    â€œHey, how’s it going?”
    â€œMom?” I was so surprised to hear my mom’s voice behind me, I spun around and fell off the bed. Head and shoulders first.
    Oomph.
    â€œChelsea, are you okay?”
    â€œYeah,” I mumbled. I wasn’t, but I definitely didn’t want Mom to get stressed out.
    â€œAre you sure?” Mom lifted the lightweight blanket that had fallen with me. “That looked like it hurt.”
    â€œDid it?” I rolled around and tried to find the best way to get up.
    â€œWell, it looked pretty funny, too.”
    I froze and glanced up at my mom.
    Oh. She wasn’t smiling. I had hoped that she was.
    With a sigh, I heaved myself to my feet and brushed my hands on my skirt. My shoes were still in the same place where I’d left them on the floor by the bed. It was probably a good thing I didn’t have them on. I’m sure they would’ve flown off and broke something.
    That thought made me smile. I know it shouldn’t have, but I found it funny.
    â€œSo, how’s your Bible reading going?” Mom asked as she brought the blanket over to me.
    Ack! I quickly looked back on the bed. “Oh, no. Grandma’s Bible!” Where did it go?

Chapter Six
    â€œIT’S THE FIRST THING I picked up from the floor, honey,” Mom calmly said as she flipped the blanket in the air and settled it nicely on the bed. “It’s over there on the dresser.”
    Oh! “Whew.” I sat on the side of the bed that Mom had already smoothed with her hands.
    â€œSo, are you going to tell me about it? Grandma says you’ve been in here a while reading.” She fluffed up my pillow and put it on top of the blanket again. Then she sat on the bed and faced me. “Well?”
    â€œWell…” My eyes rested on the Bible on the dresser across from me. I didn’t know how to tell her exactly, so I just said, “It hasn’t worked yet.”
    â€œAww.” Mom slumped her shoulders and nodded her head. “Well, you never know. It may take a long time to find out if God is real or not.”
    â€œUgh.” I threw myself back on the bed. “Why does it have to be long?”
    â€œI didn’t say it would take a long time—I just said it might .”
    â€œI still think you’re right, though,” I grumbled up to the ceiling. “I read and read that whole Luke chapter part—all those little numbers until they came to the big three number. I read that whole thing, and I didn’t feel anything.”
    I felt the bed move as my mom got off it. I quickly got up on my elbows to see what she would do. She walked right over to the Bible and picked it up. I watched her thumb through it till she came to the middle. Then she stopped.
    â€œWow, Chelsea. That is a lot of reading you did.” She turned and walked back to sit on the bed, bringing the Bible with her. “A lot of hard reading.” As she looked at the book some more, Mom turned a couple of pages. “Did you understand what was happening? I’m not even sure I can follow this.”
    â€œNo,” I admitted. “But I did know that Jesus was born. I read that part.” I sat up and leaned over her shoulder to see where she was at. She was right where I read earlier. I was surprised to see how fast my mom had found my place.
    â€œMom?”
    â€œHmm?” Her fingers turned a few more pages and I watched her eyes scan them.
    Was she