Slowly but surely, the seeds of Bible truth that were dormant in my heart ​ — seeds that my parents had tried hard to plant — ​ began to grow.
Pamazām Bībeles patiesības sēklas, kas bija snaudušas manā sirdī, — sēklas, ko vecāki tik ļoti bija pūlējušies iesēt, — sāka dīgt.