8Either what woman having ten pieces of silver, if she lose one piece, doth not light a candle, and sweep the house, and seek diligently till she find it?
9And when she hath found it, she calleth her friends and her neighbours together, saying, Rejoice with me; for I have found the piece which I had lost.
10Likewise, I say unto you, there is joy in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner that repenteth. Luke 15:8-10
Yep. That pretty much described me.
Except, they didn't mention panic. I was kinda panicked.
I went up to the salon yesterday morning to do the book work. One of the deposits I was working on was my own. I went to get the money out of my purse and...
It wasn't there!
O.K., I distinctly remember putting it in my purse the night before. Did it fall out? (Please God, No!) I could sort of remember what I had done, but not exactly.
I called hubby, who was in his own panic trying to get to a doctor appointment. He looked around the house.
The world stopped. I went home to look for my self. In the vehicle, on the couch where I was when I dug out some new checks for him. I retraced my steps, praying all the time.
This was almost my whole week's income I had lost.
I got a reprimanding, "Go straight to the bank before you come home from now on!" (Don't worry, I will.)
I remembered putting everything into an envelope before putting it into my purse. Then I remembered that I took that envelope out that morning and put it with my bill pile.
There it is! And everything was still there. Cash, checks. Everything.
Thank you, God.
Rejoice with me, I have found what I had lost.