Something pretty special happened to me today--it's happened once before several years ago. Today I got a phone call about 11:30 telling me that one of my friends had locked their keys in their car and they were wondering if I could take them to Fort Collins to get a spare key. I agreed and went to pick up my friend who happened to be at our local hardware store. He jumped in my car and we drove to his house in Fort Collins discussing the whole way trials and difficulties. He remembered that I had recently written on patience and was wondering if perhaps God was telling him to slow down today. The situation got a little graver when we reached his house. After searching for several minutes, he returned to the car telling me that he couldn't find the key--it wasn't where it was supposed to be. This makes sense in that my friend is in the middle of a move. However, it made his situation a little more desperate. We talked about solutions on the way back to his car including calling to see if the police could get him in, calling his insurance company to get a locksmith, and maybe even throwing a brick through a window (this last one was not seriously considered...lol). I also remembered a time several years ago when I was in a situation where someone locked their keys inside a UHaul truck. It was one of those impossible situations where if the door was not opened--it was going to be a very long wait. Having checked the two doors to truck multiple times, I offered a prayer and tried again. The driver-side door opened right up! I shared that story with him but neither of us were seriously considering the "faith" option. Arriving back at his car, I told him that I would walk around the vehicle and prayerfully check the doors one more time for him. He started walking into the hardware store to seek out further help. I began with the back hatch of his van, praying, "God, my friend really needs his keys. He doesn't need to spend money on a locksmith. It would be really cool if you just unlocked the door for him". The back hatch was locked and didn't open. The next door I checked was the side sliding door on the driver's side. It didn't open. The driver's side door was also locked. I moved around to the passenger side still praying my prayer--nothing--still locked. Finally, I reached the last door and I will assure you that I had no belief that the door would open--none of the others had and I didn't expect this one to either. I prayed my prayer--grabbed the door handle--pulled--and miraculously the door opened. The alarm sounded--he turned around slightly shocked as to what might be happening. I climbed in, grabbed his keys out of the ignition, silenced the alarm, and then announced that the door was open and showed him the keys in my hand. He was speechless...lol. What an amazing God we serve!
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