I suddenly came up with an idea and said out loud, "Lord, if I am going to get a piano by Christmas, send a butterfly across my yard. Not a little white or yellow one that I see regularly but a beautiful Monarch, which has been very scarce this year around this area. If I don't see any before I go into the house, then I know I will not get my piano by Christmas and I will stop bugging you."
I felt foolish putting the Lord on the spot. Feeling a little like a spoiled brat, I went on to finish my letter. I was writing away, filling in all the news I could so Burnie would have a lot to read. I knew she waited every week for my letters and word from the nest and the little birds as she called this house and the kids.
I came to a pause and glanced up until I thought of something else to write and I saw a big Monarch floating along. It went from one side of my yard straight across to the other side. My heart skipped a beat. There was my butterfly. While I was watching the butterfly, another came across the same path. Then came another, another, another and then another one. I started to count and had tabulated ninety big Monarch butterflies in less than ten minutes. I was getting a piano by Christmas. Since this was late fall I wouldnÕt have long to wait before my prayer came true.