If truth be told, I have had a desire to write since I was in second grade. One of my best friends at that time and I used to read Nancy Drew mysteries, and we spent many a day dreaming that we were just like Nancy Drew, solving mysteries. We also talked about writing books like those stories that we loved so much.

As I left the conference, the whole world seemed to glow. I drove home, but my heart was flying. I knew that God was real!!! I KNEW THAT GOD EXISTED AND THAT HE LOVED ME!

I looked out over fields to the lights of a building about two miles away. It was a dark night, but it was warm, and a gentle breeze comforted me. I began to think about life.

The lights in the auditorium dimmed and a choir began to sing. “Oh Happy Day! Oh Happy Day...!” the songs were joyous, foot-tapping, uplifting songs, and most of the people seemed to know all the words. Unbidden tears started to come to my eyes.

It was Sunday again. It had snowed and our new little MG was covered in a white blanket. This was depressing and such a great excuse for staying home in bed. I debated letting another of the ten promises go. After all, I had only gone for two Sundays at this time.

Since my search was about the existence of God, I decided I would give God ninety days to prove to me that he was real. But I also decided that I would up the ante by making a list of things I would do for those ninety days for the possible God, so that if I got no answer, I could know that I truly tried to be good on my side of the challenge. I made a list of ten things I would do while I waited for ninety days for God to move.