It was my junior year of
college and I was studying abroad in Strasbourg, France. My roommate was
another American student. One evening
she realized she had misplaced her keys. She began frantically searching the room,
growing more frustrated and angry with each place she looked and not finding
her keys.
I have a habit (as silly as it may seem) when I lose
something to ask the Lord for guidance as to where it may be. My roommate was
not a Christian so I left the room and walked down the hallway toward the floor
bathroom.
I prayed, “Lord, Elizabeth doesn’t know You as I do, and she
doesn’t know to ask You where her keys are. But I know she’s very upset and
worked up, so Lord, I am asking You for her that You might help her find her
keys.”
When I returned to the room, a calmer Elizabeth said,
“You’ll never believe it! Shortly after you left, I looked under my mattress
and there’s my keys.”
Why am I not surprised.
Arlington, Virginia
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