Proof The Bible Is True

I am not a hobby shopper. Some women salivate at every sale sign and peruse the racks and shelves for entertainment.

But for me, shopping is like having my teeth cleaned—a necessity that must be endured. I might still be wearing last decade’s styles if God had not infiltrated my aversion to stores, taken the pain out of purchasing—and transformed my understanding of prayer.

It all started with an orange carpet stain. My daughter, who was in elementary school at the time, accidentally spilled juice on the carpet in our family room. Discovering the dried stain days later, I shot up a desperate prayer: “Lord, help me find something to get rid of this stain so that she won’t feel bad about the spill (and so I won’t be upset).”

Carpet stain removers lined the lowest shelf of cleaning supplies at Walmart, forcing me to kneel down to examine them. Miraculous claims of stain-cleaning power shouted at me from every can. I pondered all the choices, wondering how to choose the best one. To my relief, hardly a soul graced the store at 8 in the morning as I, a usually dignified physician, scooted on my knees sideways down the aisle asking God about stain removers. Did He really care about something so insignificant? Would He be angry if I asked?

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