I kept checking the tickets that I printed off weeks before. Did I have the right day? The time?
Every time I unfolded the creased sheets of paper and read the details, I marveled at God. Really and truly in awe.
It started with such a simple thing, the Broadway show, Mary Poppins, coming to good old Virginia on its final run on stage.
I made the first tentative request:
Lord, I know this isn’t something I need and I do need other things instead and this is crazy and extravagant. And I understand if you say, ‘no,’ because I know it’s a silly thing anyway, but oh how I would like to go.
It felt so selfish to even ask. Normally I stick to the basics: car repairs, bills, car tax payments…that kind of thing.
But then we received unexpected Christmas money, enough to pay for exactly five seats to see…
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