Fluttering to earth from Heaven's Door!
Tuesday Chick went to the doctor for a sonogram in Carrollton. Monday he handed me his payroll check and on the back he had signed it and put our bank account number below his name. I signed my name below that. Then it dawned on me it was Martin Luther King’s Birthday and the bank would not be open. I put it in my billfold.
On Tuesday, I handed him the check to cash while he was out. He stuck it in his shirt pocket and left. He went by Wendy’s on the way home to get us some Chili for lunch. He went inside because it was noon and the line was long. We ate, he settled down in his chair to relax. I went to work in the afternoon and when I arrived home he said he had lost the check. He thought it must have fallen out when he took his shirt off at the doctor’s office so they could perform the procedure he was scheduled for. Or, he could have lost it at the restaurant, or perhaps in the woodpile; or in his truck - - oh the places he could have lost it were growing. Then there was the issue with our bank account number on the back of the check. He panicked. I called and left a message with the Doctor’s office for them to get the next morning; then I called the bank and they said chances are if someone found it they would only be able to cash it and not find our bank since it did not list the name of our bank on the check. I felt better about that. I didn’t want to have to close our account and start over with a new account.
Next, I went outside and checked through the truck, then to the woodpile, but it was so dark and the flashlight I was using was dim. Finally I told him we would call again in the morning and find out if he dropped it at the doctor’s office. We would call Wendy’s and as a last resort call and have a stop payment done on his check if it was not located. I went to bed and sent a prayer heavenward for protection of the check and went to sleep.
Thirty minutes later I felt a tugging on my arm. It was Chick with the check in hand. I said, “Where did you find it?” and pulled the cover up and went back to sleep saying, “You can tell me tomorrow”. The next day I asked where the check was found. Chick said, “I found the check under a cushion on the couch that I had not sat on all day. The cushion was uncomfortable when he lay down so he got back up. “I pulled the cushion out and there was the check.” I said, “You must have sat on that couch during the day and he claims sat in the same chair all day”. He sleeps on that couch at night and he had not been on that couch since the night before. He looked at me and he said, “Uh, do you possibly think…” I answered, “That God had anything to do with it?” He said, “I was thinking that”. I said, “He had everything to do with it”. Thank you God! I will add that small miracle to my Gratitude Journal tonight. The doctor’s office called… I said, “Thanks for calling but we have the check now”.
Now God, I am still asking for some hot water and resolution to the last blog. I know you have it in your hands. I'm learning to have more patience! There are lessons in every life situation to be learned. Trust! Faith! Both go hand in hand.
On Tuesday, I handed him the check to cash while he was out. He stuck it in his shirt pocket and left. He went by Wendy’s on the way home to get us some Chili for lunch. He went inside because it was noon and the line was long. We ate, he settled down in his chair to relax. I went to work in the afternoon and when I arrived home he said he had lost the check. He thought it must have fallen out when he took his shirt off at the doctor’s office so they could perform the procedure he was scheduled for. Or, he could have lost it at the restaurant, or perhaps in the woodpile; or in his truck - - oh the places he could have lost it were growing. Then there was the issue with our bank account number on the back of the check. He panicked. I called and left a message with the Doctor’s office for them to get the next morning; then I called the bank and they said chances are if someone found it they would only be able to cash it and not find our bank since it did not list the name of our bank on the check. I felt better about that. I didn’t want to have to close our account and start over with a new account.
Next, I went outside and checked through the truck, then to the woodpile, but it was so dark and the flashlight I was using was dim. Finally I told him we would call again in the morning and find out if he dropped it at the doctor’s office. We would call Wendy’s and as a last resort call and have a stop payment done on his check if it was not located. I went to bed and sent a prayer heavenward for protection of the check and went to sleep.
Thirty minutes later I felt a tugging on my arm. It was Chick with the check in hand. I said, “Where did you find it?” and pulled the cover up and went back to sleep saying, “You can tell me tomorrow”. The next day I asked where the check was found. Chick said, “I found the check under a cushion on the couch that I had not sat on all day. The cushion was uncomfortable when he lay down so he got back up. “I pulled the cushion out and there was the check.” I said, “You must have sat on that couch during the day and he claims sat in the same chair all day”. He sleeps on that couch at night and he had not been on that couch since the night before. He looked at me and he said, “Uh, do you possibly think…” I answered, “That God had anything to do with it?” He said, “I was thinking that”. I said, “He had everything to do with it”. Thank you God! I will add that small miracle to my Gratitude Journal tonight. The doctor’s office called… I said, “Thanks for calling but we have the check now”.
Now God, I am still asking for some hot water and resolution to the last blog. I know you have it in your hands. I'm learning to have more patience! There are lessons in every life situation to be learned. Trust! Faith! Both go hand in hand.
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