Proof The Bible Is True

Home sweet home. Almost. I’d been on a week-long business trip escorting a group of travel writers around northern Michigan, and the return trip was exhausting. I flew from Traverse City, Michigan, to Detroit and on to Atlanta. Now, I had an hour’s drive more to my house.

 

Luggage in tow, I headed toward the long-term lot where I’d parked my car at the Atlanta airport. I was beat. All I wanted was to climb into my car, drive home and climb into bed.

 

I reached into my purse for my travel notepad—the one I always take along to jot down my airport parking space. It wasn’t there. Couldn’t be! I put down my luggage and tore through the purse. Mints, keys, wallet, glasses, travel receipts—but no notebook.

 

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