|A lovely grace-full church we visited in Mykonos, Greece
Do you ever get tired of those marvelous grace notes Papa God plops in our laps just to prove He’s got our backs?
I hope not, because I’m going to share another zinger. And yet another in next week’s post.
This one is not my own, actually, but was shared with me by my writer friend Karen.
Karen and I had become friends at a national conference for writer/speakers. As I exited the hotel the morning after the conference ended, I passed Karen in the lobby on her hands and knees dissecting her luggage. There were little piles of clothes, make-up bags, boxes, and books all over the floor.
“What’s up, Karen?” I asked, pausing in route to catch my waiting taxi. “Is something wrong?”
“Oh, I’m going batty trying to find my Kindle before my ride gets here,” Karen admitted. “I just know I packed it in here but I can’t seem to find it. It’s got to be here somewhere. I just can’t live without that thing.”
Unable to loiter and commiserate any longer, I told her I’d be sure to lift her situation up in prayer and proceeded to do so as my driver sped me away to the airport.”
The following day, I e-mailed Karen and asked if her Kindle search had been successful. Here was her answer:
“I searched and searched both suitcases four different times before the shuttle got there to pick us up. Never did find it. So while our driver stored our luggage in the bus, I explained my dilemma to the two other ladies from the conference catching the same shuttle. Without a moment’s hesitation, one of the ladies launched into a heartfelt verbal prayer for the Lord to bring the prodigal Kindle back home.
“As soon as I got to the airport, while I was standing in line at the ticket counter, I unzipped the same compartment in my carry-on bag that I’d already searched over and over. I’ll be dipped if the Kindle didn’t pop right up like a jack-in-the-box.”
To wrap it all up, Karen finished with a wallop. “Never underestimate the power of prayer.”
To that I say, AMEN, sister! And I’ll be dipped.