Proof The Bible Is True

Airports stress me out. So after a short flight from San Jose, California, to visit friends in Portland, Oregon, I was anxious to escape the terminal. I’d brought only a carry-on to avoid the chaos of the baggage claim.

 

A quick stop in the restroom and I’d head down to the lower level, where my friends were going to pick me up.

 

Then I saw it. A cute little stuffed dog, sitting all by itself on a bench in the main terminal area. Some poor kid was probably heartbroken at having lost it.

 

Okay, God, I thought, if that dog is still there when I get out of the restroom, I’ll trust you to show me what to do with it.

 

Sure enough, the dog was still there, slumped over like a tired traveler with a long layover. I picked it up, stuck it in my bag and headed out the door.

 

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