One day last week I arrived at the office and looked for my keys I keep in my purse. They weren't there. We were busy throughout the day and evening so I didn't have a chance to look for them. The next day I looked in my music bag for the keys because that is the last place I remember having them. They weren't there.
Still not worried, but a little put out with myself, I started checking all my pockets. No keys. I checked all the drawers, chairs, floors. No keys. I didn't know where else to look. I told Jay, and he also checked where I had already done so. No keys. I decided that we would just have to go to the office again without the keys, and then come home and search more.
I went into the bathroom to get ready, and offered a quiet little prayer. I said I had looked everywhere and the keys weren't there. I asked for help. In the time it took to take a breath, in my mind I saw my red Scripture bag. I walked to the room where it was, saw my Bible in the bag, but nothing else. I was just about to turn around when I was told to look under the Bible. I lifted the Book out, and there were my keys!!!!! I have no idea how they got there. They were separated from the key ring that holds all my keys. I never put keys in my Scripture bag.
God answers prayers. Sometimes quickly, sometimes later. Sometimes "yes", sometimes "no", sometimes, "later".
