I’m getting great at losing things. The last thing was my keys. And before that, I lost my i-phone, a present from my son. As usual, I turned to the Holy Spirit for advice. I told Freddy, and he suspended the cell phone operation, with an option of renewing the subscription if the phone was found.
Today, I looked in the top drawer of my bureau, and what did I see? There they were, neatly side by side, my keys and cell phone. I tried to reason how they got there. Veronica, one of the cleaning ladies, had found the keys before, and though I didn’t tell her about the cell phone, she found it in a forsaken place, in my study with the keys, again, and put it where I’d find it. It’s good to have honest help.
I try my darndest, what with dementia looming, and I’m still grateful for our Judeo-Christian civilization.