For proof of God’s existence, I need only to look into the waters of the pond we dug on our land near Solon.
Last fall, the spot was an ugly 15-foot (at its deepest), 3/4-acre hole in the ground.
Then it rained, and rained again, in the spring. By the end of March, it filled up. By the end of April, I began seeing frogs and turtles. It wasn’t just a few, but an entire legion of the critters, especially the frogs.