On Sunday my husband lost his wallet. For the next few days, a bunch of people helped us search all over for it, but to no avail. We prayed and prayed and couldn't find it.
This morning, as I drove Carl to work, I prayed to find Carl's wallet.
At a red light, I checked the glove compartment. Empty. So I reached under the seat. And lo and behold, my fingers closed around the wallet.
And not a moment too soon--four days is a long time to miss that!
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