It was almost time to leave for the airport yesterday morning, and I was going through my final check of necessary items. My wife and I had flown into Baltimore on the evening of December 27 to spend time with family. While flying I had kept my boarding passes and driver’s license in my shirt pocket to have them readily available for security. Now, the morning of January 4, I had my boarding pass and had reached for my wallet for my license, only to discover it wasn’t there.
The last time I remembered having it in my hand was when I rented our car at the Baltimore airport. Perhaps I had placed it in the inner pocket of the jacket I had been wearing. Going to the closet, I checked every pocket. No license.
Perhaps it was with the rental documentation in the glove compartment of the car. I hurried out there in the hopes of finding it. “Sorry, only rental documents here,” the envelo
pe seemed to say. Now what? I voiced a brief prayer to the Lord to help me find it. I searched the small backpack I had for carry-on materials. I didn’t find it there. I dumped my wallet a second time. Where could it be?
Aha! Maybe it was in the pocket of the shirt I had been wearing on the 27th. I mean, that is where I’d gotten used to putting it as we had traveled from Nashville to Phoenix, back to Nashville and then on to Baltimore. That must be it. I hadn’t worn the shirt since arriving, and probably hadn’t noticed it when I folded the shirt to put it in the suitcase hours earlier.
The suitcase was hauled out of the car trunk and taken back inside the house. Dirty shirts were toward the bottom, so almost everything had to come out for that one shirt. The pocket was empty: no license. Another quickly breathed prayer was offered, as I announced the situation to my wife, son-in-law and granddaughter. “I can’t find my driver’s license anywhere!”
So I proceeded to totally empty the suitcase, going through every pants pocket, every shirt pocket (including those I’d not worn). N
othing. Then my granddaughter came running, shouting. “Grandpa, Grandpa! Daddy and I prayed that Jesus would help you find your license.”
Grateful for her attempt at helping, I thanked her, and hurried out to the car to look one more time. It wasn’t in the glove compartment. Nothing was between or under the seats. I returned to the house, where my wife was now on the phone with the airline, looking for guidance. She’d already contacted the car rental company to see if I’ left it there.
One last look in the oft-checked wallet. I took everything out, including the photo wallet. Then I noticed a crevice underneath the license holder. And there it was! “I’ve found it,” I yelled. “He found it,” the airline folks were told. Our granddaughter came running, eyes wide open.
“Jesus helped you. I prayed!” she exclaimed. I gathered her into my arms, thanking the Lord for a trusting little girl.
I remember a passage in the scriptures where the Lord thanked the Father that what was going to happen would strengthen the disciples’ faith. And I thanked the Lord that He had waited until that little girl had prayed so that her faith might be strengthened. We serve such a loving God!
Don’t leave home without your license, and don’t leave home without Him!
Dr. G
The last time I remembered having it in my hand was when I rented our car at the Baltimore airport. Perhaps I had placed it in the inner pocket of the jacket I had been wearing. Going to the closet, I checked every pocket. No license.
Perhaps it was with the rental documentation in the glove compartment of the car. I hurried out there in the hopes of finding it. “Sorry, only rental documents here,” the envelo
pe seemed to say. Now what? I voiced a brief prayer to the Lord to help me find it. I searched the small backpack I had for carry-on materials. I didn’t find it there. I dumped my wallet a second time. Where could it be?Aha! Maybe it was in the pocket of the shirt I had been wearing on the 27th. I mean, that is where I’d gotten used to putting it as we had traveled from Nashville to Phoenix, back to Nashville and then on to Baltimore. That must be it. I hadn’t worn the shirt since arriving, and probably hadn’t noticed it when I folded the shirt to put it in the suitcase hours earlier.
The suitcase was hauled out of the car trunk and taken back inside the house. Dirty shirts were toward the bottom, so almost everything had to come out for that one shirt. The pocket was empty: no license. Another quickly breathed prayer was offered, as I announced the situation to my wife, son-in-law and granddaughter. “I can’t find my driver’s license anywhere!”
So I proceeded to totally empty the suitcase, going through every pants pocket, every shirt pocket (including those I’d not worn). N
othing. Then my granddaughter came running, shouting. “Grandpa, Grandpa! Daddy and I prayed that Jesus would help you find your license.”Grateful for her attempt at helping, I thanked her, and hurried out to the car to look one more time. It wasn’t in the glove compartment. Nothing was between or under the seats. I returned to the house, where my wife was now on the phone with the airline, looking for guidance. She’d already contacted the car rental company to see if I’ left it there.
One last look in the oft-checked wallet. I took everything out, including the photo wallet. Then I noticed a crevice underneath the license holder. And there it was! “I’ve found it,” I yelled. “He found it,” the airline folks were told. Our granddaughter came running, eyes wide open.
“Jesus helped you. I prayed!” she exclaimed. I gathered her into my arms, thanking the Lord for a trusting little girl.
I remember a passage in the scriptures where the Lord thanked the Father that what was going to happen would strengthen the disciples’ faith. And I thanked the Lord that He had waited until that little girl had prayed so that her faith might be strengthened. We serve such a loving God!
Don’t leave home without your license, and don’t leave home without Him!
Dr. G
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