A girl without faith is angry with her parents, and when her mother says, “Daughter, go with God,” she tells Him to go in the trunk. But when a horrible accident happens, and only the compartment is unaffected, her life falls apart.
Miriam was radiant in front of the mirror. Her meticulous makeup highlighted her brown eyes, and the outfit she had chosen for the party was bold—far from the simple dress her mother insisted she wear for church on Sundays. She felt an indomitable euphoria; the night promised adventure and freedom…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>
The doorbell rang, echoing through the quiet house.
“It’s for me! I’ll answer it!” shouted the girl, running towards the door. When she opened it, she found her friends. They greeted each other with shouts and laughter, their energy contagious. One of them, Raphael, looked seriously at Miriam and said, “Miri, we’re going to have to take your dad’s car. Lucas couldn’t get his.”
The young woman ran her hand over the key to the vehicle that was on top of the counter and was about to leave when her parents appeared. Adrien and Dulcie looked at their daughter in shock, barely recognizing her in her provocative clothes.
“Where do you think you’re going dressed like that, Miriam?” her mother asked, her voice shaking with concern.
The girl rolled her eyes and replied arrogantly, “I’m going to a party at Marta’s house. You don’t know her. I won’t be home until tomorrow, so don’t wait up for me.”
Her parents shook their heads in disappointment.
“You’re not going. You know we don’t approve of that kind of party, Miriam,” Adrien said firmly. “And that outfit… You look like a… uh…”
He hesitated, unable to complete the sentence. Miriam interrupted him, her patience running out.
“A what, Father? A woman? This is who I am! I’m not a little girl anymore!” She stomped her foot on the ground defiantly.
“No, I was going to say that you don’t look like a Christian girl. Go to your room and change, now.”
But the girl obviously didn’t go. Instead, she said no one was going to make her.
“And where do you think you’re going with the car?” asked Dulcie, her eyes already full of tears.
“To the party, damn it!” the girl shouted, making her friends retreat a little. “You can stay here wasting your lives in this house, but I’m going to live mine.”
She turned to leave, but her mother’s voice stopped her.
“Honey, these kinds of things are not for you—a child of God. God does not approve of these parties,” Dulcie said, trying to meet her daughter’s eyes.
Fury built up inside the girl, and she faced her mother, screaming, “If that God really existed, He wouldn’t have taken Phil from us!”
The room was silent. Her friends looked at the ground, uncomfortable. The girl, enraged, was referring to her little brother Phillip. He had been an adorable boy with a bright smile, who filled the family home with joy and hope. The little boy, only seven years old, had been cruelly taken from them by an invisible and ruthless enemy—leukemia. The little boy’s treatment was long and agonizing.
The family, who lived in a small town, did everything they could to save him. Adrien, the father, a respected deacon in the local church, and Dulcie, the mother, always present at community events, were pillars of strength for little Phillip. The whole town, despite being small and with scarce resources, knew the pain and trials that the family faced. The familiar faces and simple houses in the community became silent witnesses of their suffering. They had little, but they had their faith.
During the worst days of his illness, Miriam watched her mother pray fervently, counting each rosary bead with tears in her eyes. She saw Dulcie wear herself out, melt away in quiet, endless prayers, and each day she felt a growing fury in her heart.
“God took my brother,” she thought. “What a cruel and heartless God! He shouldn’t exist—such a horrible creature!”
And so, the girl’s revolt began. She was only sixteen when Phillip passed away. Enraged and embittered, she withdrew from the church and the teachings her parents held dear. She started hanging out with friends that nobody in town approved of. They were young like her, but with a defiant demeanor and an insatiable thirst for fun that defied the traditions of the small community. They partied, drank, and defied authority—all of which sounded attractive to a young woman who wanted to rebel against the world.
Two years had passed since the little boy’s death. Now, at the age of eighteen, and with her driver’s license in hand, the girl felt even more free. Her parents, fearing that she would hitchhike with strangers or travelers, would lend the family car when she wanted to go out, although they were very unhappy. After all, Miriam’s safety was still a priority for them.
So, when the daughter showed disobedience and rebellion by wanting to go to a party at the house of a friend they didn’t even know, Dulcie and Adrien did not agree. And of course, they tried to warn her about the fact that it was something disapproved of by God.
However, when the girl uttered those cutting words about God taking their little brother away from them, they both stood still, heartbroken by the pain of a daughter who became increasingly a stranger to them.
“You know what?” shouted the girl. “If you don’t want me to take the car, okay! We’ll find another one, but I won’t stop going wherever I want just because of that made-up God that you worship!”
She raged, letting the pain and anguish mix in her words, and with a brusque gesture, Miriam hurled her car keys onto the small table by the door—a metallic clang echoing through the front hall of the house.
“Come on, guys. Let’s hitchhike,” she said, pulling her friends out. Her marked rebelliousness seemed to have intensified that night, leaving her friends momentarily stunned.
Adrien and Dulcie, alarmed by their daughter’s sudden attitude, tried to dissuade her.
“No, honey, wait,” said the mother, running to get the keys from the table. With tears glistening in her eyes, she held out the key to Miriam. “Here. Just be careful.”
Miriam looked at her parents with indifference, taking the keys. Her heart, once beating and full of joy, was now cold—a reflection of her revolt. Without even saying thanks, she turned to her friends and said, “Come on.”
Everyone got into the car, teenage bodies pressing against each other in the confined space. The father, looking at his daughter with concern, reminded her, “Just be careful, honey. And we left a carton of eggs in the trunk. Don’t take it out of there, okay? It’s for your grandmother. We’ll bring it to her tomorrow. That’s why you have to be here early in the morning.”
The grandmother lived in a nearby town, and frequent visits were a family tradition they tried to maintain despite all odds. As the last of the young people settled into the car, Dulcie approached her daughter and said softly, “Be careful, okay, honey? Go with God.”
Miriam, wanting to appear brave in front of her friends, made a sarcastic comment, “Only if He’ll go in the trunk. It’s already full here! Hahaha! Tell God to go back there with the eggs! Hahaha!”
The teenagers laughed, the laughter echoing with unparalleled mischief. The parents felt deeply hurt, disappointed by their daughter’s indifference, who seemed to revel in their pain. The car then drove away; all you could hear was the music and laughter of the young people in that vehicle, drowning out the silent whispers of the night.
Dulcie and Adrien watched their daughter go away, their hearts heavy with sadness and worry. The woman turned to her husband, with tears streaming down her cheeks, and buried her face in the man’s chest. He held her close, feeling her heartbeat against his.
“Our only daughter, love. The only one left,” whispered Dulcie, almost inaudible.
The husband stroked her hair and replied with regret, “Calm down, love. We did what we could.”
And they remained like that, embraced in sadness, as their daughter disappeared into the night.
The girl, on the other hand, seemed to be in a completely different world than her parents. With the car vibrating to loud music, Miriam was beaming, laughing, and talking with her friends, without any trace of the emotional storm she’d left behind.
“I don’t know how you handle it, Miri,” said Amanda, one of the friends in the back seat. “If my parents were like that, I would have left home already.”
The young woman felt an uncomfortable tightening in her stomach because, deep down, she knew she was being rebellious, but she didn’t want to give in. Since she was angry with everything and everyone, she covered it up with a smile.
“Well, as soon as I can, I’m going to get out of this shitty town and live my own life,” she replied with a false lack of concern. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>
The car was now on the road, and night was beginning to fall. The vehicle’s lights illuminated the road ahead, creating dancing shadows in the trees beside the road. Renan, sitting in the front seat next to Miriam, settled down on the seat, looking at the highway.
“I also don’t like it when my parents want to meddle where they don’t belong, especially in what I believe or
not.”
The friends fell into a momentary silence, broken by the sound of music from the radio, as if they were thoughtful. Then Peter said to Miriam with a laugh, “Yeah, Miri, you’re absolutely right. God doesn’t really exist.”
The girl gripped the wheel harder. The mention of God brought a wave of anger that she struggled to control.
“Yeah, He doesn’t exist at all,” she raged through clenched teeth. “If He existed, He wouldn’t have taken my brother.”
The young people in the car were silent, feeling the intensity of her anger.
“I hate when I go to talk about this with my parents, and they say everything is in God’s plan. God’s plans? What kind of merciless God kills a seven-year-old boy—and in the worst possible way? Huh?”
The friends had no answers to her questions. Instead, they stared at her, seeing the pain and anger behind her words.
And then Miriam challenged, screaming in the silence of the car, “And if He really exists, why doesn’t He come here then? Come here, God! Show yourself! Show your face if you have the courage!”
The friends looked at her with wide eyes, baffled by her audacity. But in that moment, all that mattered to Miriam was her anger, her pain, and their shock that followed her challenge.
But what that petulant girl had no idea of was that the worst was yet to come.
The dark road unfolded ahead like an endless abyss. The young people’s small talk and innocuous laughter had ceased at the girl’s cry of defiance to God.
And then, without warning, out of nowhere, it happened. Intense light burst into the darkness, so blinding that the girl had to close her eyes for a moment. The sharp screeching sound of a horn flooded her ears, followed by the metallic screech of tires tearing up asphalt. Miriam’s heart leapt, her instincts screamed, and on a wild impulse, she threw the steering wheel to the side, trying to avoid the imminent collision.
But the force of the maneuver was too abrupt. The car lost control, zigzagged for a moment, and finally left the road, spinning and overturning in a violent and terrifying sequence.
For a moment, everything seemed to move in slow motion. The cries of her friends echoed in her ears, their voices distorted into a sharp and agonizing lament. The wide eyes of horror and shock stamped on their faces were the last thing Miriam saw before the car turned into a twisted metal heap. The sound of shattering glass mingled with the deafening sound of metal being ripped apart.
Amidst the chaos, the girl managed to take one last look in the rearview mirror, and that’s when her heart froze. She saw an inexplicable, sparkling light in the back—a light that seemed alive, pulsating in a frenetic rhythm, shining with a supernatural splendor.
Was it just the effect of panic? Were her eyes playing tricks on her?
Her thoughts were interrupted by the terrifying sight of her friends being thrown out of the vehicle amidst a hail of debris. The car took one last flip before stopping, finally laying on its side like an empty and damaged shell.
Everything went quiet. The darkness stretched out again, engulfing the crash scene.
In the terrifying silence that followed, Miriam felt the darkness closing in on her, and the sounds fading as consciousness slipped away.
And then everything went out.
The girl, now frail and bedridden, slowly opened her eyes. The dim light of the hospital room seemed blinding, and every fiber in her body ached. Around her, Adrien and Dulcie were in tears, clinging to the faith and hope that had always guided them. When they saw their daughter wake up, they ran close to her.
“Honey, oh my God, thank you so much, Lord!” the mother thanked, her eyes wet with tears.
Miriam was confused, and her memories were blurred. She didn’t understand what was going on. The look of pain in her parents was something she couldn’t decipher. Vaguely remembering the car crash, her friends, and the bright light of the truck, her weak voice asked, “Where are the others?”
Their eyes became heavy, and their hearts tightened with the question. Then, with much effort, they explained what had happened. A cargo truck had a tire blow out, causing a terrible accident. Their car overturned, and everyone was seriously injured. Miriam had been in a coma for over a week. Some of her friends were also in a coma; others were already awake but with serious injuries.
“Peter lost a leg, Amanda is waiting for an urgent liver transplant, and Renan… Well, Renan is on the verge of death,” said the father with a trembling voice.
The news of the tragedy made the girl cry bitterly. Guilt and pain consumed her, and remorse washed over her.
“But we are praying for them, honey. Everything will be fine. God is good and will bless them, I’m sure,” the mother tried to console her daughter, while the husband added something that caught the young woman’s attention.
“But you know what was most curious? The trunk—it was intact.”
Miriam’s eyes widened at the revelation.
“The box of eggs we were going to take to your grandma was intact. It didn’t break a single egg. It seems impossible, but it’s true.”
A twinge of reality shot through the girl’s chest. Her mind was flooded with memories of the accident, of the bright light that seemed to come from outside, just as if it came from the trunk.
“Could it be God?” she thought. “I… I told Him to go in the trunk.”
In that moment, the sarcastic words she had uttered that night hit her hard. The regret that she had defied God, that she had been so stupid, that she had been cruel to her parents, and that she had blamed Him for taking her little brother slammed into her heart like a rock crushing a single stick. The girl began to cry.
With her weak voice, she murmured, “Forgive me, God. Forgive me.”
Her parents embraced her, comforting her.
“Oh, my love, our God is wonderful. He always forgives when we repent. There’s nothing you can do that will make Him love you less.”
And in the midst of despair and sadness, Miriam found a small thread of hope—a possibility of redemption in the face of a God she thought didn’t exist but who perhaps was there all along.
Then, the months passed. During all that time, the girl made a point of praying for all her wounded friends. With her eyes closed and her heart open, she pleaded for mercy and healing to a God she now deeply believed in.
And so, the miracle began to unfold. The recovery of the young friends became a sign of hope for the whole city. The story of the accident and the mysterious case of intact eggs in the trunk spread throughout the city. Some began to call it “the miracle of the trunk,” and faith in the city grew.
Meanwhile, Miriam, after a long recovery, finally received discharge. When she left the hospital, she was no longer the rebellious, mocking girl she once was. Now, she was someone who had experienced pain and suffering, but also hope and redemption. Someone who had challenged God, but now found comfort in His presence.
That night, back at her house, she knelt beside the bed and closed her eyes. She thanked Him for her life, for her friends, for her parents, and even for the ordeal that had brought her to this point of transformation. She promised, in a sincere prayer, to use this second chance to improve, to love and respect others, and above all, to believe.
