A Life-Changing Lesson from a Lost Set of Keys
Today's Miracle Monday is the first in our lost-and-found theme. Today, Brother Larry Watson shares a life lesson that he learned when he lost his keys.
I had recently moved to the Navajo Reservation after having accepted my first full-time teaching position at a nearby school. Young and single, I was full of idealism about my new profession and my recent calling into the ministry. But I had a problem. Well … actually it just seemed like a minor irritation at first, but it soon blossomed into what seemed like a major crisis — to me, anyway.
I couldn’t find my keys.
When they first turned up missing, it was no more than a little annoyance. I just misplaced them, I thought, and they’ll turn up by the end of the day. But they didn’t. It wouldn’t have been so bad, but it meant that I couldn’t use my car, lock my house, get my mail, unlock my classroom door ... well, you get the idea. It just didn’t make sense to me. Doesn’t this only happen to old folks after they begin to lose their memory? Not to me — I was still in my mid-twenties!
Well, as sometimes happens, what should have been my first recourse instead became my last resort. I decided to pray, beseeching the Lord to help me to find them. But nothing happened, and this went on for a few days, which mystified me because the Lord had never “failed” me in the past. (At least, it seemed like He was failing me.) I finally decided that I would just leave it with Him.
And then it happened. Later that same day, I found myself writing a check to The Church for my monthly contribution. Now, I know this may seem like a stretch, but trust me, it’s not! No sooner did I sign my name to the check, like the flipping of a light switch, the Lord revealed to me where my keys were. I immediately ran over to the location that had been shown to me in my mind’s eye, and …
... there they were.
You can be sure that the incredible timing of this “revelation” was not lost on this young man. It didn’t take a lot of deductive skill to understand the valuable lesson I was being taught, and I still remember it to this day, some 45 years later.
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