I’d like to tell you a little story. Yesterday morning I got up and got ready to go to work. The last thing I do is check my pockets and make sure I have my wallet, my keys, and my phone.
I couldn’t find my wallet. I started looking around the house, the more I looked the more uneasy I got. I looked upstairs and downstairs. I looked through my bedroom, and through the car. I started thinking, trying to retrace my steps the evening before.
Nicole got up and started looking with me. I even got in my car and drove down to the Pleasant Grove rec center where we had done the night before and to the voting ballot drop off where I had gone the night before wondering if I had dropped it along the way.
At this point, I was starting to miss some of my scheduled meetings and needed to head into work.
Upon ariving home, Nicole suggested we say a prayer. I got to admit I had looked everywhere and the prayer wasn’t feeling very hopeful. It was a good thing she didn’t ask me to pray. Instead she asked Robbie to pray.
As soon as the prayer was done, I needed to go to the bathroom before I kept looking. TMI I know. As I was headed to the bathroom. I heard Isaiah say why don’t you look under your bed? I had slready looked there half a dozen times.
When I walked out of the bathroom, Nicole was looking under the bed. I thought why don’t I look on top of the bed and I pulled back a pillow and pulled back a blanket and there was my wallet sitting right there.
It seems a little trivial. But honestly, I had been looking for like an hour and a half, and it was starting to fill unlikely that I would find it anytime soon. It was amazing how fast the wallet showed up, sitting right there. The other thing that was funny about it was that the person who got the inspiration where to look was our little heavy metal head, Isaiah, who just wants to listen to the band Slayer all day.
In the end, I was able to go to work with the confidence that some schmuck was not using my wallet and credit cards, and emptying my bank account. My kids got to experience the power of prayer. And I’m very grateful for a wife, who asked us to stop and pray.