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.
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.
I sometimes think that in those situations, prayer calms my panic and allows me to listen to the still, small voice once again.
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