The Wallet
One day I had been to the bank and taken out some money, come home, and suddenly I couldn't find my wallet.
A Chrstian Ghana friend was here helping me and we prayed together. Then we searched some more. Finally she said she felt I should go to the police about this loss.
I went, but not before I had checked at the bank to be sure it wasn't there. It wasn't. So I headed for the nearby police station. One of the policemen on duty had me sit down in front of him and he wrote down the answers I gave to his questions about what was in my wallet.
OK. There were credit cards, some cash. But when I said that my Alien Registration card and my Japanese driver's license were also included, he looked up at me as if to say, "Boy, are you in trouble!"
When we finished I headed home. It was just dusk. Kenny was away somewhere. Marjie and I talked a little and she asked me what my wallet looked like. I told her. Then she took me to our pantry, pointed to a shelf, and said, "Is this it?"
There on the shelf was my precious wallet! I had laid it down there while getting out the vacuum cleaner. How we rejoiced and praised the Lord. Then I hurried to the police station and I think the policeman was as happy as I was when he heard the good news. He hadn't had a chance to cancel my credit cards yet, so he said there would be no record of my police escapade!
A Chrstian Ghana friend was here helping me and we prayed together. Then we searched some more. Finally she said she felt I should go to the police about this loss.
I went, but not before I had checked at the bank to be sure it wasn't there. It wasn't. So I headed for the nearby police station. One of the policemen on duty had me sit down in front of him and he wrote down the answers I gave to his questions about what was in my wallet.
OK. There were credit cards, some cash. But when I said that my Alien Registration card and my Japanese driver's license were also included, he looked up at me as if to say, "Boy, are you in trouble!"
When we finished I headed home. It was just dusk. Kenny was away somewhere. Marjie and I talked a little and she asked me what my wallet looked like. I told her. Then she took me to our pantry, pointed to a shelf, and said, "Is this it?"
There on the shelf was my precious wallet! I had laid it down there while getting out the vacuum cleaner. How we rejoiced and praised the Lord. Then I hurried to the police station and I think the policeman was as happy as I was when he heard the good news. He hadn't had a chance to cancel my credit cards yet, so he said there would be no record of my police escapade!
posted by Lila @ 5:08 PM
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