Footsteps on the Roof
by ConnieLee Leach
At least once a day I was getting Michael down from our roof. I would hear him walking up there and have to get him to come down. Well, last Wednesday during our weekly teen night, my husband kept coming out of the bedroom and asking who was on the roof. I counted heads, came up with all 25 kids that were here, asked if anyone was up there and there was no one. So, Chip went back in the room to continue watching the ball game. He came back out and said he was sure someone was up there. Another head count. All accounted for. One of the boys that was here that night went in and started watching the game with Chip. A few minutes later Kelly came out and said he definitely heard footsteps on the roof. I know in my heart it was Michael. It had to be. It was his forte to do something like that and with the chaos of 25 teenagers, what better way to make his presence known to all of us. 
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