When I pulled into my parking space at church tonight, there was a wallet sitting on the trunk of my car. On top of the trunk. Teetering on the edge. It was mine.
Right where I'd left it.
I exploded in a short nervous laugh. Then a sober, "whoa...Lord...uh, thank You..."
Then I remembered. I'd placed it there four blocks ago when I was putting the bulletins in the back seat of my car outside the Kinkos at 7th and K. I can't believe I left my wallet on top of my car. I mean, a starbucks cup is totally understandable, but my wallet. Well, maybe I can believe it.
Anyway, I'd made three sharp turns, one of them pretty fast (as I tried not to hit this poor Asian couple trying to cross 8th Street, right in front of the church no less). And I'd circled my way down the parking garage ramp. Nobody swiped it as I was waiting for the light at 7th and H. And that place is crawling with pan-handlers begging for a quarter.
I needed that. My faith is weak. I think I have to take care of myself, hold it all together, keep track of my stuff. But God was looking out for me, as He always is. As I force Him to work overtime to do. I think I require two angels these days.
Thanks Jesus. Not for covering my butt this time, but for the reminder that You are ALWAYS doing it, whether I realize it or not.
2 comments:
I think I've done something like that before...God is GOOD, isn't He? Even in the little things...in everything, big and little. If only we saw through His eyes.
Good post.
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