Proof The Bible Is True

One by one I wrote out the checks for the monthly bills and stacked the stamped envelopes neatly on the kitchen table. I checked and rechecked the balance in my bank account.

 

My years as a single mother before getting remarried had really taught me how to make every dollar count. God had never failed to provide for my family, but that was no excuse for not sticking to a budget. I wasn’t one to dream about things we couldn’t afford. Well, except the night before.

 

What a crazy dream I’d had! I told my daughter, Shelly, about it when she came to breakfast. “In my dream last night I had tea with Queen Elizabeth at her castle,” I said.

 

Shelly’s eyebrows shot up. “Queen Elizabeth of England?” she asked.

 

I nodded. “We were in a real English garden with mums and roses, and a trellis with a lovely clematis vine. There was a fishpond full of golden koi.”

 

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