When the unthinkable happened, she was lost. When the unbelievable happened, she refused to believe it until there were no other options. She needed confirmation when the answer became obvious, but those she trusted were gone. Gabby awoke on a Sunday morning to a world foreign to her. A world where common sense was gone, where fictional fancy was reality, and where she was all alone.
In a moment of desperation when searching for an explanation, she stumbled upon her mother’s stash of empty journals. Journals she would never use, which would not sit and collect dust. She fingered the biggest and most precious one. It had a purpose. Her mom was going to use it to record their family history. Now, only Gabby would have any history. Taking the journal, she wrote her first entry.
It took over sixty years to complete, but Gabby finished her journal. Sixty years of joys and sorrows, all recorded in a single book. Sixty years of experience and knowledge. Sixty years of exploring the Word of God to understand what happened and what will happen. She needed to be prepared, and not miss her last opportunity for forgiveness and to see her family again.
She knew the end was coming. Seven years. She had to survive seven years. Well, they were wrong. Why was God taking so long? Would the end truly come? It took years, but finally, she understood. God was giving them a chance. A second chance. He was patient.