I couldn't believe that I misplaced my keys again! Last Monday, I did the exact same thing. They were the keys and alarms to my truck, my car, and my house. I only realized they were missing when I went to search for them in my purse. I had to pick up Ashley from school and bring her to her dental appointment. The keys were no where to be found. I had to cancel with our dentist... again. Meanwhile, as I was searching for them, I found a Ashley's lip balm, Monta's tennis ball, and Niko's missing pairs of socks underneath the couch cushions. I searched high and low, upstairs and downstairs, inside and outside of my house. So, I gave up trying and tried to look at the brighter side:
I found other missing objects.
I didn't have to go out in the cold.
Michelle's dad brought Ashley home.
I might have been spared from an accident.
I was able to finish my laundry.
I asked my friends for prayer.
I was forced to look at the brighter side.
After two hours of searching, Jon called me and said that my keys were on the floor of the Passat, which he took to Fremont today. Whew! Praise God! I am so relieved!
God was watching over me. If He had to keep me home to protect me, then I am thankful that He did. Sometimes things don't go according to our plans. I trust that God's plans are far more better than anything else.
Proverbs 3:25 Have no fear of sudden disaster
or of the ruin that overtakes the wicked,
26 for the LORD will be your confidence
and will keep your foot from being snared.
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