Proof The Bible Is True

I have always prayed about everything. Big things, small things—they all matter. I trust that God takes an interest in everything going on in my life. But even I didn’t know what to say when my teenaged son, Alan, announced late one night, clear out of the blue, that he was going to bake a lemon meringue pie.

Really?

“Alan, that’s ridiculous,” I said. “It’s bedtime. I just cleaned the kitchen and did the dishes. Besides, you have school tomorrow. If you want to bake a pie, bake it when you get home in the afternoon. We won’t be able to eat it until the meringue sets anyway. It makes no sense to make one now.”

“I know,” he said, cheerfully pulling a pan and a mixing bowl out of the cupboard in the kitchen. “I just have a strong urge to bake it tonight. I won’t be able to sleep if I don’t.”

 

I gave up. “There’s no understanding teenagers,” I muttered to God as I went upstairs to bed.

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