Proof The Bible Is True

The first thing I did when I woke up in our hotel room in Albuquerque was check the weather in Austin. My daughter, Ellen, lived there. I’d dreamed about her the night before—two dreams, one of her as a little girl and another of her today, a grown young lady. Austin was suffering torrential downpours. Major flooding. “I hope Ellen’s okay,” I told my husband.

 

It had been so long since I’d seen her. Except in my dream. Ellen was a blessing in my life—the only other girl in my house full of boys. She was always so creative and inherited my wanderlust sense of adventure. But when she was a teen, her father and I got divorced. It created distance between us, something I felt even more intensely once she went off to college on the east coast.

 

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