Saturday, October 22, 2011

The Lost Wallet

This past Sunday I lost my wallet. I laid it down at the Jimmy John's restaurant near the drink fountain and left it. My natural instinct is to blame my girlies. They were both in the WORST moods and were crying and fussing about everything. I also want to blame my husband. I have no legitimate reason how to blame him, but in my flesh, I just want to blame someone, anyone but myself.

We had been at oldest curly girlie's soccer game and she was not participating. She was pouting and fussing and I wasn't really sure why. But, I was frustrated. I was disappointed that once again she was choosing to sit in the grass and not play. 

We left the soccer game and decided to stop at Trader Joe's to grab something for dinner. It was at this point that I realized my wallet was gone. We called Jimmy John's and there was no sign of a wallet. We stopped by there and looked all around in the restaurant, the trash and the surrounding area. We then went back to the soccer field to look there. No wallet. No sign of it anywhere. I immediately began sobbing. 

I felt vulnerable and anxious about the situation. The day before, I had gotten some cash out of the ATM machine so that we could start using it for our groceries and eating-out expenses. I had about $200 in my wallet. I NEVER have cash. NEVER. So, that of course bothered me. But most of all, I was concerned about all of my personal information being in the hands of a stranger. 

I cried more and more. I was simply devastated. I was so upset, not just about the wallet but about the entire day - the "spat" that I had with my oldest girlie about getting ready for church that morning, the fact that we ate at a restaurant that I didn't choose, the whining and crying from the curlie girlies, and then the soccer game turnout.  But amidst all of the chaos of the day, both my husband and my oldest girlie just prayed. They kept praying and praying that we would find my wallet.

The next day we prayed more and more. I called my family and friends and asked them to pray. I thought to myself often that there was no way we would find it. It was long gone. I called the restaurant and the soccer league. I went back by Jimmy Johns. I even asked the next-door restaurant if they had seen it. I imagined that someone had picked it up from the restaurant, taken the cash out of it, and thrown it away. It seemed really impossible. But yet, I just felt compelled to pray for a miracle.

On that same day, my youngest girlie fell off a piece of playground equipment and seemed to be in a lot of pain. So, we visited our pediatrician and she insisted that we go to the hospital to have an x-ray. I started laughing because I have no wallet - no license, no insurance cards, no debit card - nothing that will allow me to admit my little girlie to the hospital. 

We spent the afternoon laying on the sofa watching a movie because little girlie can't walk or do much of anything. My oldest girlie, who is soooo persistent and says whatever is on her mind, kept praying that day. She told people about the missing wallet and just continued to pray throughout the day. She was very sweet and I could sense a real genuine concern from her for both me and her sister's foot. Hubby comes home from work, takes us to the hospital, and a few hours later, after much praying for the wallet and her foot, we get the results. It's not broken, just a minor sprain. We are so relieved! 

Well, Tuesday morning arrives. I take my oldest girlie to preschool and she prays for both her sister's foot and my wallet. I tell her that I really appreciate her prayers for my wallet but that Mommy was not worried about the wallet anymore. It was gone and we would be fine. We had cancelled all the cards, ordered a new wallet, spent an hour at the bank getting things re-sorted, and so I had accepted the fact that the wallet was gone. She told me, "It's ok Mom. I prayed. We don't need the money. I'll get you a new wallet for Christmas."

Well, you won't believe what happened next that afternoon. Hubby came home from work and brought the mail into the house. I received a soft package from a random man off Piedmont Road. I remember thinking in my mind that I had no idea what this could be and so I laid it down as I got distracted by the girlies. I came back to the package, ripped it open, and there inside of it was MY WALLET! Yes, someone found my wallet and mailed it back to me! The cash was taken but all of my things were still intact, even my gift cards to J.Crew and Starbucks. I was ecstatic! I started jumping up and down and yelling with excitement! My family couldn't believe it - we were all so excited and so thankful that the Lord did answer our prayers. The persistent praying and begging was heard by our Great God and He gave me back my wallet. 

In my last post I talked about the book "A Praying Life" and how Miller writes that Jesus wants us to pray like a child. After the events of this week, I fully believe and understand the importance of praying consistently, saying what comes to my mind, and without any eloquence. I'm so thankful for my wallet because I have a tangible reminder of the Lord's goodness. It spurs me to "rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, and be constant in prayer." (Romans 12:12)

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Blog Break

I'm back! I took a nice little break from blogging so that I could evaluate my intentions with this blog. During my time off, I've learned that I just simply want to write about our family. I don't want to impress anyone with the recipes that I'm cooking or the sewing that I'm doing. I don't want to compare my blog to the other blogs around me. I want to write when I feel like it and when I can find the time. I want to write about the life of our family and the fun adventures that take place.

I am reading Paul Miller's "A Praying Life" for the third time now and wow, it just gets better every chapter. This past week I read about the importance of praying like a child. How does that look? Well, my oldest curly girlie is so very persistent and asks over and over again for things. She is quick to say whatever is on her mind and heart, with no pretense. She comes home from school, jumps in the car and just starts blurting out everything from the day, in no kind of clean, neat order. Well, that's exactly how Miller tells us to approach God in prayer. God wants us to ask repeatedly of Him and to ask for anything and everything. He wants us to come before Him messy and needy, presenting our real selves to Him.  Matthew 11:28 says, "'Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest."

That's how I want this blog to look too! Now, I know that the people reading this blog aren't God, that's not my point. But just like the Lord wants us to be ourselves with Him, I believe that He also wants us to be our real selves with our family, friends, neighbors, and community.

So, how will that look now for me on this blog? I'll just write about our life, with no pretense, no eloquent words, and no fancy order. I will strive to write so that I honor the Lord and preserve a memory. I won't write to impress nor to make myself feel better because I did a neat and pretty craft with my girlies. More than likely, I'll have to post about a craft that we did that looked messy and caused a fight to take place between the girlies because they didn't want to share the glue. Maybe I'll write about making jell-o jigglers for school that didn't turn out to jiggle, they just made a big glob. Who knows? But, I'm excited about experiencing freedom! I'm excited about being me - wife to my hubby, mommy to my girlies, and most importantly, daughter of the King Jesus!