Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Yesterday Rowdy realized that he had lost his wallet. It was last seen on Saturday but not discovered missing until Monday when he of course, needed it. The last day and a half have been spent turning over the entire apartment and car in search of it. Initially I said a personal prayer to help us find it (I am sure he did as well) and then a few hours later I felt prompted to pray again with him. And we still didn't find it. I went to bed last night completely surprised at the fact that God had not helped us find it. I mean, He always has before. I have ALWAYS found what was missing before-even hours later. And I have ALWAYS believed that it was because I prayed about it. So what's the deal?
This is a tough one. His wallet has everything (what wallet doesn't?) and as though life isn't stressful enough with the end of Grad School and HUGE projects that he has been working on...we can't find a very important and necessary piece to our day to day life. Driving, banking, identifying--you name it. Lost.
So I guess in my writing this I am hoping to 1) get some good finding vibes out there and 2) plea again to the heavens for some help. And perhaps have some faith restored. It's not gone--my faith--but I am certainly surprised that it hasn't been enough.
Posted by Carrie at 10:50 AM