Proof The Bible Is True

Hours before dawn, I awoke to a magical sound: the crunching metallic clatter of rolling tires outfitted with snow chains. It’s snowing! I thought. I leaped out of bed and ran to the window. Beneath the glow of the streetlamp, our road and yard in Raleigh, North Carolina, were blanketed with pristine white snow. School would be closed today—no question—and I was going to make it the best day ever.

 

My friend Peggy called when it was daylight. “Bring your sled,” she ordered. “A bunch of us are meeting in the woods above Cedar Creek.”

 

The woods were only a block behind our house, but I wondered if they’d be too dense for sledding. “Cedar Creek?” I repeated to be sure.

 

“Yep, that’s the spot. See you in an hour!” Peggy said and hung up.

 

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