I tilt my head, unsure how to answer. "Maybe." I shrug. "I don't know, but I do know that we're going to be okay."

"How can you know that?" Frustration drips from her words. "How can you so blindly believe in something - someone - you've never even seen?"

I sigh. Is she really interested in learning more about God, or is she just lashing out because she's scared? I'm guessing it's the latter. "Are you all right, Emily?" She's been acting so strange all day. Granted, ...