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In this
final lost and found miracle story, I build a bridge to my next topic,
"Miracles of Angelic Intervention." Sandra Wezowicz was amazed at
how God answered her prayer for protection of her lost possession. She tells
the story in her words: |
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Early on a
Thursday morning, I pulled into the local service station to get some gas. I
was preoccupied and in a hurry. The day's to-do list was longer than the day itself.
I eased up to the first pump, turned off the ignition, and, as if on
automatic pilot, grabbed the first nozzle for super unleaded gas, lifted the
lever, and began to pump. Nothing came out. Then my eye caught the new sign,
"Please Prepay." |
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I grabbed
my wallet out of my purse on the front seat, dashed in, and handed the young
woman at the cash register a ten dollar bill. I pumped my gas and went on my
way. |
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Several
miles down the busy road I gasped with horror as I remembered that I had left
my wallet on the roof of the car! I immediately pulled over, hoping against
hope that my wallet might still be there. But there was no wallet. |
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I did not
have much money in the wallet, though I did have five credit cards, my
driver's license, photos, and other personal stuff. I felt sick to lose all
of them. |
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With great
fervency, I cried out, "O God, help me! Please put an angel on my
wallet." |
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Suddenly
and, I have to admit, with great surprise, a feeling of incredible peace flooded
through me. I drove to my destination and called my husband with the news. I
hated to admit my stupidity and carelessness. His response was practical:
"Call the bank and credit card companies and cancel the cards." |
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"But
honey," I protested, "I just know the Lord has an angel on
it." |
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"Fine,
but please cancel the cards anyway." |
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Hanging
up, I made that my first priority of business. The next day, Friday, I spent
replacing my driver's license and looking for a new wallet. I figured I might
as well enjoy the weekend and wait until Monday to work on replacing the
cards. On Sunday afternoon I attended a musical concert with some of my
friends. Afterwards, when I walked into the house, my husband had good news.
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I called
Donna to thank her and ask for a few details. She explained that an older, Hispanic
couple living in the next apartment found the wallet early Thursday morning
while out walking. When they showed her the wallet, Donna told them she knew
me and would return it. |
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I was
overjoyed. On Monday morning I went to the florist and ordered a bud vase of
roses. I wanted to thank them in person. I drove to the complex, found their
apartment, and knocked on the door. An older woman with a kind face opened
the door. I knew her English wasn't very good, so I spoke simply and with
hand gestures. "Thank you," I said, showing her my wallet.
"I'm |
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She
gasped, put her hand over her heart, and whispered, "My husband, he find
it. His name is Angel!" |
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Sometimes
miracles come in such unexpected ways that we who are on the receiving end
stand back in amazement and exclaim, "God did it! He did it just for
me." We feel like throwing a party--like the woman in Luke 15 who found
her lost coin, like the father whose lost son returned home. |
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God cares
about our lost--people and things! |
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From:
Miracles Happen When You Pray by Quin Sherrer, 1997, pag. 94-96, Zondervan
Publishing House, |