Another Story

Ok, here's my other story as promised.

A few years ago, Chris and I went camping with my parents. On the way, we stopped at the Czech Stop in West, TX to eat lunch. Three days later I realized that I had left my purse at the Czech Stop while eating. As soon as I realized that it was missing, we jumped in the car to head back to West which was about an hour away from where we were staying. The whole way there, I was freaking out (Chris can attest to this) and praying constantly that my purse would still be there, everything would be in there (wallet, phone, credit cards, and my digital camera), and that everything would be ok. I was worried about the stuff in the purse but I was mainly worried about the hassle that it was going to be to cancel credit cards, etc.

So, for an hour straight I prayed.

The second Chris and I walked in the door....the exact second...the guy behind the counter says, "Where did this purse come from, it has been sitting under the register for a few days." I heard him say this as I walked in the door and ran to the register. It was my purse! I described to him everything that was in it, and he gave me my purse back. I looked inside to see if anything was missing, and every single thing that was in the purse was still there. Some honest customer or employee must have seen the purse after we left and took it to the register for safe keeping.

I was blown away by the fact that the purse was still actually there, but also that nothing was missing.

I have so many stories like this of God taking care of me that I was thinking yesterday that I should write a book about them or about ways you can see God working and moving in your life (in the big and small ways). Maybe someday. Until then, I'll blog.