James Allen, who lives in Tennessee, takes the same quiet rural road through Dickson County every day on his commute. He knows each bend and rise by heart, but one morning, an unexpected sight made him hit the brakes without hesitation.
Standing along the roadside was a thin, watchful dog, planted firmly beside a cardboard box marked “eggs.” Her body was stiff with determination, as though guarding that box was the only thing that mattered.
Right away, James felt it in his gut — whatever was inside that box was far more important than it appeared.
A Mother’s Vigil
The sorrowful gaze of the thin dog told James everything he needed to understand. She had not simply wandered there by accident; she had been abandoned…