Proof The Bible Is True

The pet shop wasn’t my usual destination on a lunch-hour break, but I was out of food for Izzy and Tobie. I pushed my cart through the aisles, wondering how I’d make ends meet this month. Their food wasn’t cheap. Izzy needed a special brand of dog food because of her skin allergy. Tobie got Science Diet for older cats. I’d settle for a sandwich again for dinner tonight, but I didn’t want the animals I loved to suffer because of my problems.

 

Boy, did I have problems. Money worries whirled around my head as I walked past the bubbling fish tanks. In the past few months I’d been hit with one expense after another. My hot water heater had to be repaired, the air conditioner replaced. Then I came home from a walk with Izzy to find a geyser shooting out of the toilet! A tree root had burst through a sewer pipe on my property, so I had to pay for a new line. My bank account had never seen such hardship. Through it all, Izzy and Tobie seemed to look at me as if they secretly knew we would be okay.

 

I heaved up a bag of dog food and dropped it into my cart. Maybe I’ll take Izzy for an extra long walk tonight, I thought. Take my mind off things. I moved on to the cat food, grabbed the smallest bag of Tobie’s food I could find and looked at the price tag. Uh-oh. My pet-shop card would get me a dollar discount, but that would leave me about ninety-nine cents short—before taxes. What do I do?

 

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