Proof The Bible Is True

It was the day after Christmas in 1994, and with two toddler girls, I was exhausted. The past few days had been hectic with shopping, baking, wrapping gifts and making rounds to visit grandparents. This was the day I was looking forward to. I already had plans to stay home, sleep late and watch my babies play with their new toys.

But now I was in a huff because I had been awakened abruptly. It was almost like someone had hit me to wake me up. I rolled over and looked at the clock to see what time it was, and 6:00 AM glared at me in bright red letters.

The windows in our single-wide mobile home were frosted over, and for good reason—it was 13 degrees outside. I glanced at my husband, and he was sound asleep. I looked to see if the girls had gotten out of bed and come into our room, but they hadn’t. I lay there listening to see if I could hear little footsteps, or even big ones from an intruder, but there was only silence. Everybody was fast asleep but me.

I started to fall back asleep but a gnawing feeling loomed over me. I could smell the water pot that sat on the wood stove, which usually meant it was empty. I threw the covers off and trekked to the living room where my eyes landed on the water pot that was half full.

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