Hello my Dears,
My not yet born again husband and I had a holiday on the North Sea over New Year.
On our last day my husband knocked on our apartment door after just having fetched fresh bread rolls for breakfast. I wondered why he knocked because he had a key. As I opened the door he immediately told me he had lost his key. We searched everywhere, including in our jacket pockets. My first thoughts were to God, “Och no Father, does this have to be? The extra cost and the relating correspondence – that just won’t do.”
I went to the bedroom to pray and to send out the heavenly hosts.
Nevertheless, we set off in the wonderful nasty North German weather conditions on the long walk my husband had made to the bakery in search for the key. Unlike me, he loves to walk long distances. Anyway, we trudged to all the places he had been to, including beach crossings and the Tourist Information … nothing. On the way I prayed again and then let go – I just had to.
We drove home and unloaded our car. I was about to hang our jackets up in the coat-rack when suddenly the key fell out of the blue at my feet. HALLELUJAH!
Beaming with joy and calling HALLELUJAH I ran to the front door and waved the key calling out, “We’ve got it again! HALLELUJAH!”
Thank you Jesus!
Best wishes,
S.W.