Sometimes we are delayed...

I totally had this happen to me. 

It was a Sunday afternoon, I believe. I've been living at my sisters, but I spend most of my time at my parents, mostly because all of my things are over there. I was about to head over to a mini family party at my parents's early, when all of a sudden I could not find my keys.

They had literally dropped off the face of the planet.

When ever I loose something I say that the "deep dark black abyss of nothingness" has swallowed it. And this shourly was the case.

My sister came home, and I told her my predicament. She helped me look a bit, though our efforts were futile. I continually went up into my niece's room(which I share for the summer) and back downstairs looking around again and again.

Finally, I gave in and got down on my knees. 

It wasn't the end of the world that I didn't have my keys, but I really did want them because there were so many things I could do at my parents and so very little I could do at my sisters. 

I had the thought come to my mind as I was beginning to get angry, thinking how God was playing a practice joke on me and laughing while I frantically ran about like a chicken with it's head caught off.

"Joe'E" I said to myself(not really, I don't talk to myself.) "Calm down. There's always a reason for everything the lord does." 

And then the thought came to me. "There's probably some sort of serious accident, or other danger or problem that you are avoiding right now because you're here and not out on the road."

That calmed me down but I dismissed the thought and went down stairs, defeated. 

I sat, pouting, at my sisters kitchen "bar" I believe it's called, while she cleaned her kitchen. I suppose I was waiting for something. The Keys were just going to have to fall right into my lap because I had looked and they were no where to be found. Ether that or I was patiently trying to exercise my faith without bursting into fits of hysteria.

"Well," my sister said, as she was leaning into the fridge (if my memory serves me correctly), "You must just need to be here right now." 

My sulking shoulders perked up and lifted my head off my arms. "That's what I thought." I told her, and I'm pretty sure we shared an "Ooooohhh.... that's creeeeppy." moment. 

I don't normally get premonitions, or very obvious promptings in the forms of words in my own mind(or if I do I don't relize it) but having my sister have the same thought was proof enough that indeed, I was not supposed to leave the house at that time. 

So, accepting that I could do nothing but sit and wait for my keys to magically appear, I did just that.

To my great delight they did, indeed, magically appear. 

My sister was unloading the dishwasher when her little one-year-old son, comes trotting along pushing in front of him his toy train to see if he can in any way "help out" his mom with the dishes. 

My sister looks down and I hear her take a big dramatic gasp and exclaim, "No way!" 

A smile creeps onto my lips as I begin to assume the best. For some reason I thought she had found my keys in the dishwasher(weird), but as she bent down she pulled, from a hole in the top of the little toy train, my keys. 

OOHH!!! Jaxson had taken them! And as soon as it was alright for me to leave he had, though unknowingly, brought them right back. 

It was a pretty catching experience. I have no idea what would have happened if I had, indeed, been out on the road--if I was really being confined for my own safety--or if it was simply a test of my with and I had passed. Hard to say....

I Am Grateful.  :)