I drove my neighbor to the store and Shopped for a few things myself. I had dropped her off at her apartment and Carried my groceries into the house when I Noticed my purse was missing. I panicked. It was my big black bag with the Zippered pockets holding my Credit cards, my wallet, my Essentials for life. I rushed back to Walmart trying to Catch my car up to the speed of my Racing heart. All the way I pled: "Please, Lord, please Lord, Please protect my purse!" I continued the chant until I pulled Into an empty space and spotted my Untouched hand bag in the cart where I Had left it. My relief almost toppled me. On the way home I rejoiced. "Thank You, Lord. Thank You. Thank You. Thank You for my Lost and found purse, and for the Wake up call. I"ll try to do better." |