At 3:30 this afternoon, approximately 2 1/2 days or 60 hours later, I received a phone call at work from a man named John. He told me that he had found folders and my bag on his front lawn Saturday morning, about 10 blocks from where I live, and wanted to return it to me. I couldn't get there fast enough, and with a quick glance, it appeared that everything was there.
I believe that miracles happen, and that good things happen to good people. God must have thought that my Type-A personality couldn't last for more than 3 days without the contents of my bag. And as I typed in my blog URL into Firefox to write this update, I accidentally superimposed two letters, and instead of my blog, a webpage with Bible verses appeared...
If that's not a sign from above, I don't know what is. And I am GRATEFUL.
Something like that happened to me about 20 yrs ago. My house was robbed and everything ransacked. Some time later, I received a call from a stranger who had found a ziplock bag on a sidewalk several miles from my home, containing my business card, my kids' baby teeth, my son's Cub Scout badges and a few other mementos that only a mother would treasure. I guess some thieves have a conscience, after all.
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