HIS MYSTERIOUS WAYS I
‘m 16 years old, and ever since I was a young girl my parents told me that God is always watching over us. I believed this, but I couldn’t really say that my experience had proven this to be so. Maybe it will when I get older, I thought. One winter night an unexpected sound woke our household at 3:00 a.m. My father dashed down the hall, sniffing the air. My sister and I scurried to our bedroom door. When Dad came back upstairs he said, “I don’t understand it.” He breathed a sigh of confusion, then returned to his room. I couldn’t go back to sleep. I went to my parents’ room and said to my father, who couldn’t sleep either, “Are you sure? did you check — ?” “Yes, Tracey, I checked everything,” said Dad. I started back to my room, but as I reached the door my mother suddenly cried out, “The coffee pot! I think I…
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