So I am working a little bit (praise Jesus!) and in each cubicle where I work there is a file cabinet that can be locked with a key. Unless you are super trusting or do not have anything of value in there, it is expected that you the key home with you when you leave. Okay, cool.

            Well it was cool until I misplaced my key. I was so mad at myself. I cannot imagine what my face looked like while I was retracing my steps. Back in the cafeteria where I got breakfast earlier, I asked the cashier, “Excuse me, did I leave a key here?” She smiled and held it out towards me. “Whoop! Whoop! Thank you!” (I only said that “thank you” part out loud).

            While there was not anything of monetary or material importance in my drawer, I put the things I was working on in there. Now that I think about it. If I had not recovered my key, I probably would have done the work that I could and spent the rest of the day twiddling my thumbs rather than ask for help (yeah, yeah, I know).

            Friday, I reached into the pocket on my bag where I usually keep my key and once again I get that stomach-turning, vertical-drop-from-the-top-of the roller-coaster-AAAHHHH!!! feeling. I said a little prayer, “God, surely I am overlooking my key in this 7”x7” pocket on my bag. Please let it be there when I look again”. I search my bag again. Nothing. “Come on God! Seriously?! Ok ok, maybe I will learn from this. Deep breath, calm down.” I check my pants pockets, even that tiny 5th pocket (out of desperation). Nothing. I check all six of my coat pockets (it’s an awesome coat). Nothing, wait…oooh, a piece of candy. GAAHH, that is not what I want! I do the circuit again; bag, pants, coat. Nothing. “don’t cry, this is minor, no big deal. Just retrace your steps, it’s fi…WAAHHH. (kidding, I didn’t cry).

            I thought that maybe my key had fallen out in the car so I headed back outside. I asked the guard at the front desk had anyone turned in a key, “nope, but you can call maintenance and they will cut you a new one”. “Thanks” good to know, I thought. I meander my way back to my car, scanning the ground. Pause,… “is that…God you are killing me”. My key was lying on the ground about 4 feet from my car. I delicately picked up my key by the key ring and cradled it against my cheek feeling like I was the father whose prodigal son had returned (kidding, didn’t do that either). I thanked God and hustled back to my desk. I was thankful but I wondered why I had to go through all of that. I figured that God knew how dimwitted I could be so why did he not just prevent that whole situation. Then something amazing happened. God quickly helped me change the way I thought about all that drama. Maybe he just wanted me to talk to Him. Maybe he allowed what happened just so I would call His name. Maybe He wanted my attention so I would focus more on Him. I did not get it the first time so He had to bring it up again. I can speculate all I want as to God’s intentions but the results are real and true! I am still amazed at how quickly He turned things around. It is more my nature to wallow in self-pity than to see a silver lining so for my mindset to have changed so quickly and drastically could only have been God’s doing because it definitely was not mine.

            Will I misplace my key again? Sure, probably before the week is out but now that I have passed this test, I will be spiritually and emotionally equipped to handle it next time. My mom believes that when God is trying to teach you something via a test, He will bring that situation around over and over, giving you the opportunity to get it right. This is the first time that I was aware of this happening to me. I am awestruck at how it played out and I pray that I will be able to discern these situations, learn from them and continue to grow!


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