I lose my debit card way too often.
You know how it goes. You purchase something with a baby on your hip, and something in your other hand. Kids are running all over the place, and you realize there is a ticking time bomb about to explode if you don't get out of the restaurant/store/etc REALLY QUICKLY. SOOOoooooo, you slip that little debit card in your back pocket and forget about it.
Until the next time you go to pay for something, and it is NOT in your wallet. SNAP!
Until the next time you go to pay for something, and it is NOT in your wallet. SNAP!
This is when my frantic search begins. "Where did I put it? Saint ANTHONY? It's me again! What pair of jeans was I wearing? Did I do the laundry? Is it in the car tucked between the seats? Is it floating in the purse with the goldfish crumbs? Is it on the counter? When was the last time I used it?" After frantically searching for it all over the house/car/work, and calling all the friends I have seen recently asking if they saw me with it, I begin to think maybe it really is gone.
Then my real disaster begins. Do I tell my husband? He is totally not going to be happy. Now we have to order both of us new cards. All the automatic payments need to be re done, and who knows how long it will be until our new cards arrive. Not to mention, what if it was actually stolen? Oh no, someone could have totally cleaned out our entire bank accounts! This is seriously not going to end well.
My entire house is torn apart. The card is no where to be found, and I have already alarmed my husband. At least I have looked on-line and realized that no one has started spending our money; YET.
Then my real disaster begins. Do I tell my husband? He is totally not going to be happy. Now we have to order both of us new cards. All the automatic payments need to be re done, and who knows how long it will be until our new cards arrive. Not to mention, what if it was actually stolen? Oh no, someone could have totally cleaned out our entire bank accounts! This is seriously not going to end well.
My entire house is torn apart. The card is no where to be found, and I have already alarmed my husband. At least I have looked on-line and realized that no one has started spending our money; YET.
Then suddenly I'm inspired to look one place I haven't looked already.
There it is. Thank you Jesus!
THERE IT IS!!! I FOUND IT!!! THANK YOU JESUS!!!
There it is. Thank you Jesus!
THERE IT IS!!! I FOUND IT!!! THANK YOU JESUS!!!
I don't know about you, but this is when I start dancing. I am getting my "found my debit card" GROOVE on. HOLY SCHMOLY this is so awesome! So glad I didn't have to cancel this card after all. HALLELUIA!! Call the Husband and REJOICE! The card is found!!! Call all the friends who you asked if they had seen it, and share the JOY of finding the card with them. SCREAM OUT THE WINDOW!!! I FOUND MY CARD!!! YAHOOOOO!!!
Then it dawned on me. This amazing feeling of JOY at finding my lost card, is just like the feeling of the woman who lost her coin in the parable.
Then it dawned on me. This amazing feeling of JOY at finding my lost card, is just like the feeling of the woman who lost her coin in the parable.
And that woman's Joy is being compared with Joy our Heavenly Father feels when one of us repents and turns back to Him.
I can imagine God doing His, "Found My Child" Dance of Joy!!!
I can imagine God doing His, "Found My Child" Dance of Joy!!!
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