Tuesday, November 15, 2011
The Case of the Missing Wallet
About eight months ago, I was visiting in the home of some friends who are part of the foundation of Grace River. As we talked about church, health, and life, Mrs J brought up that she could not find Mr. J's wallet and that she feared that she had accidentally thrown it away in the trash. Anyone who has ever lost a wallet knows the crisis that this is. A wallet contains numerous important items that cannot easily be replaced: drivers license, credit cards, medical cards, etc. Since I'm practicing hearing from God, I took this as a great opportunity. I love Mr. and Mrs. J dearly and I've found that love is a really good platform from which to hear from God. I could empathize with the loss of the wallet and the distress that Mrs. J was feeling. And so, with love in my heart and love in my head, I simply asked the father quietly under my breath to let us know where the wallet was. I assured God of my love for the J's and my love for Him and that it would simply be wonderful if He would release Mrs. J from her worry by allowing the wallet to be found. The first thing that came into my mind as I was praying was, "look in the drawer". I spoke kind of cautiously, and suggested that I thought that maybe God was telling me to tell Mrs. J to go and look in a drawer and that she would find the wallet. As I recall, I said it a few times--really trying to encourage Mrs. J to go and look--but she wouldn't. She had already looked everywhere and she was unwilling to look anymore. Listen, I understand that completely. In fact, I was not offended at all that she wouldn't look--maybe I was relieved that she wouldn't look since that would save me the embarrassment of the wallet not being where I said it was.
Move the clock forward eight months. Mrs. J stood in church a few weeks ago and testified that some months ago she and Mr. J could not find his wallet. She shared that recently she had been doing some in depth house cleaning and that she came across the wallet....in a drawer.
By the time of her testimony, I had forgotten all about it. But Mrs. J had not and she shared with the church that I had told her where it was eight months ago but that she didn't look. Isn't that awesome? I love our God and I love the way that He expresses His love--sometimes through the miraculous!