I had occasion to go to City M.D. for a lacerated hand, which refused to stop bleeding because I was on a Coumadin regimen. So my wife recommended the walk-in doctor. But much as I looked in my wallet, I couldn’t find the Medicare card.
My memory was no help. When did I last use that card? In desperation, I prayed to the Holy Spirit. Slowly, the last time came back to my mind. Finally, I remembered actually putting the card back in my wallet. So it must be in the wallet! I planned a thorough search.
Berhold, the first place I looked, behind my wife’s picture, I found it! I am now a believer in the power of the Holy Spirit. That wasn’t chance.