Proof The Bible Is True

Snow fell three days before Christmas, covering the barren ground with a lovely white carpet. The temperature was just cold enough to freeze all the nearby ponds. School had let out early that day, and Joanne was home by noon. She told Mom that all her friends from school were going ice-skating. She wished she had some skates, so she could join them. At those words, Mom pulled a present from under the tree and handed it to my sister. An early Christmas gift— skates! Joanne wasted no time. “Can I go skating now?” she asked excitedly. “Yes,” Mom said, “but be careful and be home for supper.”

 

Bundled in her heavy winter coat, hat and mittens, Joanne flew out the door. She headed toward a popular skating pond close by, where her friends had already gathered to spend the afternoon. It was a perfect day for skating, chilly and clear. The sun reflected off the ice like diamonds. Joanne worked hard to steady herself on the skates. Undaunted by her multiple tumbles, she finally made it from one side of the pond to the other. She was having so much fun mastering her new skill that she lost track of time, not realizing that all her friends had gone home. It was getting dark, and Joanne knew she had better head back fast or she’d be in trouble. She reached a remote part of the pond, not noticing the fissures in the ice until it was too late. Then— CRACK! The ice gave way. Joanne’s tiny feet slid out from under her and she plunged into the water.

 

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