Yesterday my husband and I planned to renew our drivers' licenses. To do this, of course, one needs to have a current license. At the last minute, I checked my purse to make sure my license was there.
It wasn't in my change purse, wallet, or anywhere else. It wasn't in any of my umpteen purses (yes, I have a purse addiction). I checked the car, looked under the mats, in the arm rest, everywhere I could think of. Finally, I did what I should have done in the first place: I said a prayer.
"Heavenly Father, please help me find my license. I know it's not the end of the earth, but it's going to be a big headache if I don't have it." I waited for a few minutes, then continued with the search.
I went back to the first purse, the one I had been carrying lately, and checked again. A zippered compartment caught my eye. I thought I'd looked there, but I did so again. There it was.
Would I have found my license without praying? I honestly don't know. But I do know that the prayer quieted my worry and made the search much shorter than it might have been.
So, for today, I am grateful for prayer.