nothing to do with it . . .
I was a tad frantic this morning – made several phone calls to folks I thought could help – none were able to do so.
You see, I work for a “secure” facility. Our doors are kept locked. We all have keys to enter the premises.
We all do – until this morning. We all do – except for me. You see, I somehow had lost my keys. It’s a pretty recognizable set of keys, too – kept on a purple carabiner (snap tool, I think the Guardsmen call it) with a long tailed rust colored suede leather fob. I use that so I can spot it, or feel it easily, you see.
So, phone calls were made to my pastor asking him to go to the church to look there – to Lessa to ask her to check my house – to Ladybug to ask her to look around where I had parked this morning when I picked up TAT – to the school where I had dropped off TAT – to hubby moose to ask him to check the house when he goes home for lunch . . . I even went out to look in this lot – but knew it was kind of hopeless because the plow had come earlier and if it was in the snow, I would not be able to find it until the next thaw (oh, in about three months or so).
Finally I could stand it no longer . . . I drove to the school myself to check – then went in to tell them what I was doing in case someone called about some strange lady wandering amongst the cars in the lot. No keys.
I drove towards home – stopping at our cluster mailbox – kicked around the snow in front of it where I had stopped last night to check the mail. (thankfully, the city plow hits our street last on the list so the snow was just thick – and cold – and WET!)
Then I drove into our driveway, parking where hubby moose generally parks. Wait – what is that poking up out of the snow? Could it be? Yes!!! It was – my keys – actually, the long tailed suede fob!
Called everyone to let them know – well, except Lessa – she has gone back to bed by now, I’m sure – I’ll call her sometime after noon.
When I came back to work bearing keys held high – everyone said “you’re LUCKY!”
Nope, friends, LUCK had NOTHING to do with it. Prayer had EVERYTHING to do with it.
I believe in a Sovereign God who cares even about such a thing as lost keys. He allowed me to find them. And, it was thanks to the prayers of my pastor and his family and myself. The inablity to sit still at this desk a moment longer which led me home to find them – yup, I attribute that to His Sovereignty.
Praise the Lord!