Proof The Bible Is True

I awoke with a start, my heart hammering in my chest. What…? Where am I? I wondered, frantic. It took me a few seconds to get my bearings. Then I felt the soft mattress beneath me, the fluffy pillow behind my head. A dream, it was only a dream, I realized. A nightmare made all the more frightening because it had seemed so real.

 

I wondered if the bad dream was related to the frantic pace of my life lately. My husband was having some health problems. Our three kids were teenagers and were involved in more activities than ever. My job as a hospice social worker was rewarding but really demanding. The only time I had to squeeze in some prayer was while I was cleaning the house, doing the ironing or driving in my van.

 

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