Proof The Bible Is True

He was trapped under his tractor. Only God and Shannon knew where to find him.

 

Ted: Twenty-five years of tending our 80-acre farm. It didn’t seem possible. But I still got excited every morning to go out in the fields.

 

One fine June morning in 2004 I planned to mow a lot of hay. I dressed quickly, snapped my sheath knife onto my belt and tucked my ring rosary into my watch pocket.

 

Peggy: Breakfast was ready when Ted came into the kitchen. Pancakes with lots of butter and syrup. His favorite. Shannon crawled out from under the table to greet Ted, then plopped at his feet. Such a good dog. She knew she’d get a treat if she didn’t beg for a bite of those pancakes.

 

“I’ll be mowing the south pasture today,” Ted said. That was okay with me. I had errands to run.

 

“Meet you back here for lunch,” I said. “I’ll leave Shannon in the mud room. Otherwise she’ll try to herd your tractor!”

 

Ted: I chuckled, remembering the pup Peggy and I had brought home nine years ago. She was the last one in the litter. Half border collie, half golden retriever. Only five weeks old.

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