Proof The Bible Is True

Just a few final touches and my paper was finished.  I glanced at the clock on the wall in the kitchen: 6 a.m. Just in time. I hit save and turned off the computer. “Kids!” I called. “Time to get dressed for school!”

 

Don’t yell, Kathryn! I reminded myself as I tiptoed past my bedroom door. You’ll wake up Bob. My husband was an accountant who’d just survived an especially hectic tax season. He needed his sleep.

 

Normally I didn’t mind keeping the house running and seeing to the children on my own this time of year, but at the moment I was juggling a family of five and my first semester in graduate school earning a masters degree in education. The paper I’d just finished was due in a matter of hours. I’d barely made the deadline.

 

Four-year-old Rebecca was already awake when I walked into her room. “Mommy, what should I wear today?” she asked. At least the other two children were old enough to dress themselves for school.

 

“Let’s see,” I said, opening one of Rebecca’s drawers. It was empty. Oh, no, I thought. When was the last time I did laundry? I pulled open another drawer: empty.

 

Frantically I moved from Rebecca’s chest to her closet. But my mind was somewhere else—focused on self-doubt. With all I had to do, something was bound to fall through the cracks eventually.

 

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