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The Tale of the Lost Wallet

August 1, 2012 By Sandra Heska King

“Joe lost his wallet,” she texted.

“What? Oh no. How?”

“We stopped at the store, then went to McD’s. And he couldn’t find it. He put it on the boat while we put drinks in the cooler. It must have blown off!”

I’ve already slipped into her shoes. Pulled on the guilt wrap. Wondering if she’s thinking it’s her fault.

Because I’d be entertaining that thought. Chewing on it. Rolling it around in my head.

If only I hadn’t asked him to take me fishing…

If only we’d just stayed home and watched the ballgame…

If only I hadn’t suggested going to visit Patty at the hospital after church, we wouldn’t have hit that motorcyclist at that intersection where the malfunctioning light was green in all directions…

If only I had picked up the bike she dropped in the driveway…

I seem to think I’ve got the power to be responsible for–and to blame for–everything bad that happens.

“We’ve backtracked three times, checked everywhere. If it blew off, someone took it.”

I think about my wallet, stuffed so full of my life it won’t latch. Not just money–maybe only five dollars at the most. But I’ve got pictures, credit cards, bank card, insurance cards, driver’s license, voting card, coupons, gift cards, business cards, receipts.

In fact, a bunch of stuff spilled out of it yesterday. There’s a pile right here on the table. An Olive Garden gift card, a Meijer gift card (where’s the other one?), a Biggby coffee gift card, a Starbucks card, an Express-Scripts prescription card, bank receipt, a Mangiamo’s receipt from April, a gas fuel card, a Farm Bureau membership card, our hospice social worker’s business card (haven’t talked to her since December), and a credit card I accepted only to get the discount on my purchase.

To lose my wallet would mean I’d have to reclaim my identity–cancel cards (if I could remember which ones I had) and replace my license. I’d stay awake nights wondering who was charging things up or raiding the pennies in my bank account and if every sound was someone trying to break in.

I remember the last time I misplaced it. I panicked briefly, and then remembered I’d laid it down next to the donut tissues because I just had to have a Krispy Kreme–fresh and hot or not. We went back to find that some honest person had turned it in to the cashier.

“Are you sure it didn’t fall into the boat, that it’s not wedged somewhere in there? Did you look under the seats?”

“We’ve looked everywhere. Eighty dollars, bank cards, credit card, company credit card, driver’s license, job licenses. He’s pretty relaxed about it. I’m a wreck. But we’ve already gone home to cancel all the cards.”

I’m wondering if I’d remember what cards I had and how to cancel them. I make a note to make a note. After I purge my wallet of excess.

After I purge my life of excess.

“I guess it could be worse,” I text. “At least he knows what’s there–what was there. Maybe he’ll get a phone call. I’ll pray for an honest person to track him down.”

I wake up in the middle of the night and pray for the 23-year-old son of a friend who’d been in a freak boating accident. They’d tried for weeks to save his foot, but couldn’t. They had to amputate.

I pray for our Compassion girl in Kenya–for her health and purity and rain for her land and peace for her country (as she asked.)

I remember the wallet and pray for an honest person.

Nothing fancy. Just a simple prayer. A simple request.

The next afternoon, I stop at the house.

“You’ll never guess! He got his wallet back with everything in it! Some guy saw it blow off the boat and picked it up off the road.”

I nod and smile big. “I prayed for an honest person.”

“You’re good!” she says.

“No,” I say, “God is good.”

 

I call on you, my God, for you will answer me; turn your ear to me and hear my prayer. ~Psalm 17:6 (NIV)

Linking up with Jennifer

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  1. Janet Macy says

    August 1, 2012 at 6:48 pm

    “If” is such a sad word. Such a little word but carries so much power.

    I love that you pray when you are awake at night. I have trouble sleeping. A few years ago I decided if I was going to be awake, I might as well use the time to pray. It’s been rewarding and comforting.

    I love your posts
    Keep on keeping on
    Let me know when you are going to the orphanage and I will pray special for you.

    • Sandra says

      August 2, 2012 at 6:42 pm

      The plan is to be there on December 7th–maybe the 6th. I’m sure I’ll be posting more as the time comes closer and will so appreciate the prayers!

      Thanks so much, Janet.

  2. S. Etole says

    August 1, 2012 at 10:50 pm

    Those mid-night prayers are heard … great story.

    • Sandra says

      August 2, 2012 at 6:42 pm

      🙂

  3. Dolly@Soulstops says

    August 1, 2012 at 11:33 pm

    You are using your midnight oil wisely…what a great prayer, and story about our great God! Thank you for your kind words over at my blog…I like to think Rose and Jubi would have been friends, or at the very least, stunk up the place 🙂

    • Sandra says

      August 2, 2012 at 6:44 pm

      Rose was a yellow lab. She’d wake me up with her snoring and sometimes even her stinkiness. I’ve no doubt she and Jubi would have been buddies.

  4. Sharon O says

    August 2, 2012 at 1:07 am

    Wonderful story… I often thought it would be good to photo copy everything of importance in my purse that way if it got stolen I would remember what it was and who gave it to me and all the other important details of one’s life. I have a copy machine at home it would be so easy.

    • Sandra says

      August 2, 2012 at 6:45 pm

      I way too often put off the easy things–until it’s too late. Good idea to copy. Thanks, Sharon.

  5. Lisa notes says

    August 2, 2012 at 8:38 am

    I love those astonishing moments. Beautiful. God is surrounding us, in ways we see and ways we can’t.

  6. Sheila Seiler Lagrand says

    August 2, 2012 at 9:07 am

    Yay for returned wallets. Yay for honest people. Yay for boats and summer and shared burdens that lead us to pray.

    So much to love here, Sandra. Thank you!

    Sometimes I wake in the night with the heeby-jeebies, even though my big strong husband is sleeping right beside me.I pray then, and am always soothed.

    • Sandra says

      August 2, 2012 at 6:49 pm

      Ha! My husband sleeps so soundly, I’ve been known to get up to investigate noises.

  7. David Rupert says

    August 2, 2012 at 9:30 am

    Thank goodness for one honest person….

    I was struck by your line that you would have to “reclaim your identity.” How amazing that so much of who “are” is shaped by what’s in between those leather folds.

    • Sandra says

      August 2, 2012 at 6:50 pm

      I’m glad that the real us is shaped within His folds. 🙂

  8. Duane Scott says

    August 2, 2012 at 11:37 am

    Sandra,

    I need someone with powerful prayers like you in my life.

    I lose my wallet every other day.

    Seriously.

    I dont’ know where it is now. (Couldn’t find it last night.)

    • Sandra says

      August 2, 2012 at 6:52 pm

      My daughter used to tell her friends not to let me pray for them (as if they could stop me.) I used to pray that if they did wrong, they’d get caught.

      You need a keeper.

  9. Cheryl Smith says

    August 2, 2012 at 1:56 pm

    That is so cool!

    And you? Such a gifted storyteller. Truth teller.

    • Sandra says

      August 2, 2012 at 6:53 pm

      I supposed one could say the outcome might have been the same without prayer. I choose to think not. 😉 And thanks!

  10. Martha Orlando says

    August 2, 2012 at 3:04 pm

    What a great story, Sandy! I loved the simple prayer for an honest person, and the happy ending of what could have been a time of trial. You’ve reminded me, too, to KNOW what is in my wallet! 🙂
    Blessings to you!

    • Sandra says

      August 2, 2012 at 6:55 pm

      I reminded myself, Martha. And simple prayers–they’re the best. I’ve been reading about coming to Him as a child, and a child just blurts out what it wants. No big flowery impressive language.

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