Proof The Bible Is True

She planned this family campout to get away from it all. But she brought all her anxieties along.

By mid-morning the clouds had parted and the sun was pushing out, slurping the excess water into a clammy humidity. As a premier attraction, Land Between the Lakes extended to its visitors an opportunity to view a working farm reminiscent of the 1800s, where young men and women, dressed in Ma and Pa Ingalls hand-me-downs, demonstrate Foxfire-style procedures.

Bill had taken the kids to see the animals and left me alone with my bad mood. I tromped through the pasture, feeling guilty. You’d better perk up, I berated myself.

Bill and I were songwriters and the competitive nature of the business was getting to me. Even when I was at home with the kids, my mind was on my work.

“You told us to come boldly before you, so I will be bold,” I said aloud to the Lord, and I began walking briskly down the sloping pasture toward an old barn.

“I refuse to live like this. I refuse to live any longer with this anxiety, this frustration and fatigue. God, you need to speak to me here. Tell me what to do. Do I keep at this? Do I give up? What is your will?” As I prayed, I walked around the corner of the barn.

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