We found it....

The two grandkids and a friend were about to leave for the airport when we discovered that Julia's passport was missing. A joint prayer meeting ensued and we put the problem into God's hands and counted on children's faith. We even called America. Jim said not to worry, that they could get a new ticket and we could get another passport here at the American Embassy. However, it would all probably take a couple of weeks and she would be left behind as the other two went on.

So we searched. Everywhere. Or so we thought.

Suddenly, while making a telephone call, I was rummaging through a pile of papers right by the telephone, and there staring up at me was the passport!

We rounded up the kids and had a jubilant praise service...and I hope they never forget that wonderful anwer to prayer!