Mike was exhausted—working long hours at a grocery store just to scrape by. His mother, Kaila, was getting sicker, and the bills were stacking up faster than he could open them.
Each day felt like a losing battle. One evening, as he sat in their dim apartment, overwhelmed, his eyes landed on a dusty box in the corner. Inside was the old Bible his grandmother Grace had left him in her will—along with a cryptic note:
“Open it when it’s hard.” He hadn’t spoken to her in the months before she died. Their last conversation had ended in a fight—Mike had refused to go to church, and she’d walked out of his life. When she passed, she left everything to her church… except for that Bible. At the time, it felt like punishment. But tonight, feeling broken, he opened it. As he flipped through the worn pages,
