Wednesday morning after my first stop, I discovered that I did not have my wallet with me. It held multiple credit cards, gift cards, drivers license, a few receipts, and 400.00.

I spent the entire day trying to remember every step I had taken since I last used it the day before.

I decided that it had to be at my house, either in the yard a couple of places I walked that night and the following morning, or in the house.

I prayed, “God, I know it is at my house somewhere. You know exactly where it is. Please show me.”

At my next to the last stop, I told my customer of my frustration level at having lost my wallet.

Before she said another word, I saw her close her eyes, standing in the kitchen, with her hands leaning on the counter and say “Lord, you know where Randy’s wallet is. Speak to him, and lead him to it.”

My heart leaped for joy. I could hardly wait to get home. My faith was so confident that I would find the wallet that had somehow eluded my wife’s sight all day.

When I got home, I DID NOT FIND IT.

Wendy was fixing dinner. I told her I would have to spend the evening canceling credit cards.

“Before you do, could you go to the store and get some spinach for the soup I am making?”

I started my truck. As I pulled out of the driveway, I heard a grinding sound coming from my brakes.

Great! Another thing!

I stopped at the drive through at the bank across the street to cancel my debit card, then stopped at the store for the spinach.

Luckily, I had a bit of cash in my pocket, because I DID NOT HAVE MY WALLET.

Driving home, I saw my mechanic walking in the parking lot of his shop, so I swerved in, rolled down my window, and asked him if he could replace my brake pads on Friday.

“Oh, man,” I said,”I lost my wallet today; credit cards, drivers license, 400.00.”

He reached through my window, put his hand on my shoulder, and said, “Ahh Lord God, this man has been walking with you for years. I pray that you would have the man who found his wallet, call him on the phone, and restore this lost wallet to him, and that you would have Randy give him a reward. In Jesus’ Name.”

He told me a story of losing his wallet in 1974 with 67.00 in it, and some guy found it and returned it to him, intact. “Don’t doubt God, Randy. You call me when you get that wallet back. I don’t care if it’s 1:00 in the morning. Call me.”

When I took the spinach home, I got my iPad out, set it on the kitchen table, opened my bill paying app, and cancelled my first credit card.

God spoke in an audible voice (sounded like my wife, but I knew it was Him), “Don’t do it now, help me get dinner finished. We can do this later.”

I started to make a salad, my phone rang.

“Hello, this is Randy.”

“Randy, this is Jimmy B_____. You cleaned my chimney this morning. Did you lose something?”

“Jimmy! Did you find my wallet? I was sure I lost it at home.”

“My daughter just found it in the restroom.”

I told him about my mechanic’s prayer ten minutes earlier.

“Yep, God does that kind of stuff!” He said.

I thanked him excitedly, told him I would drive out tonight after dinner.

I called my mechanic. His Joy was exploding.

I called the lady who had prayed earlier. Her Joy erupted.

After dinner, I asked Wendy if she wanted to go with me.

In our three hour round trip, we made a date night of celebrating the exceeding great joy of the ways of God.

“Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; And lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, And he shall direct thy paths. Be not wise in thine own eyes: Fear the LORD, and depart from evil.”

Proverbs 3:5-7 KJV