May 18, 2008
You know how it is: you misplace
something. First you retrace your steps in your head. Then you call
everywhere you may have been, then you go there because you don't
believe them when they said they didn't find them. You tear your car
apart several times, turn your home upside down and downside
up--again, dump out your purse on your bed morning and night and
search every pocket on every garment you ever had! Then you get
serious!
I wear prescription glasses (blended
trifocals, so I'm very attached to them)! I have the kind that have
the magnetic sunglasses. They're not prescription, but they only fit
the glasses you buy them with, so you don't want to either lose them
or break the glasses! 'Cause then you have to do something you may
not want to do. Like buy some more. I'd already lost and replaced the
sunglasses a few months ago, so I decided that instead to believe
that they would show up. All I had to do was to hold off a few days
and believe. So, I broke out the old clip-ons--which in no way fit my
glasses; besides which they scratch them--and clung with faith to the
fact that the other ones would show up. They took two hands to put on
and take off, and still one side was shorter than the other. They
were a big hassle. But I was grateful to have them--old standbys that
they were.
One morning about a week or so after I
first "lost" the sunglasses--Monday May 12, in fact--I was
going through my usual routine in the mornings, which includes
listening to a verse of the Bible, while reading and marking up my
Bible--y'all call it "meditating", I think. That morning,
running short on time, I glanced at the clock and saw that it was the
exact time that I had to leave if I intended to make it to work on
time. I had already placed my easy-access, open shoes strategically
between my reading room and the front door, with an easy detour to
the bathroom in-between. I put them there and I glanced at them again
as I decided to turn back in there from the bath and obey God. They
were still there, just as I had placed them. I had done everything
that I needed to do except read my verse. Normally I try to read it
first thing, but this time I hadn't. So, I was like, "Oh well,
I'm just going to have to be a few minutes late. Or God will somehow
make up the time for me, like He's done so many times before". I
read my verse. It turned out to be a short verse, and when I
finished, I looked at the clock. Six minutes had gone by. "Not
bad", I said aloud. I turned, walked through the door, looked
down at my shoes and my sunglasses lay fairly winking up at me,
having been placed diagonally across them.
I did a double-take, then glanced at
the old clip-ons on a table by the door where I had placed them with
my keys. They were still there!! I looked at my shoes again, and yep!
They still had sunglasses on them. I stooped down, and as I picked
the glasses up, I started talking to them like an old friend and
thanking my Father! He is so good!
I couldn't wait to get to the car to
call somebody! It turned out to be Kim from church who answered the
phone and I think I yelled the story to her all the way to work! I
could hear her grinning! Glory to God, Jesus is a Friend of mine!
And no, I was not late!
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