Last Sunday we went to church. We haven’t been going as often as we’d like lately but we’re working on getting back into it. N was giving the children’s sermon on Sunday. We got there early and sat down, at which point I realized I had forgotten the collection envelope in the car. I didn’t have my purse with me, so no keys. I borrowed N’s and ran out to get the envelope. When I got back, N and the boys were gone…to the restroom I figured & sat down to wait. They came back and sat down & I handed N his keys. We were sitting on the right side of the church at that point, and then we saw G and L come in so we got up & moved over to the left side and back a few pews to sit with them.
The service started, N did his sermon & walked with the kids down to Sunday school. R and K decided to be shy (remember we had not gone in a while) so he stayed with them for a bit. The service ends, we pick up the boys & socialize a bit over refreshments in the Fellowship hall.
Walk out to the car, N asks me for his keys. I don’t have them, I gave them back to you.
No you didn’t, I don’t have them.
The keys are gone. Not in his pockets, and I don’t have any. Not in the car that we can tell. We go back inside and ask Pastor S if anyone has turned in a found set of keys…nope. We go in and start searching through the pews for them, N checks the Sunday school room. Pastor S offers us a ride home, but without my keys, we can’t get into our house. We realized a couple of weeks ago that mom’s spare key doesn’t work in our lock anymore and haven’t yet replaced it. Then I remembered that when we were leaving home that morning, I grabbed our spare key and locked the door behind me with it. I then dropped it in the cupholder of the car since I didn’t have pockets or a purse with me. So if we can get into our car, we’ll be able to get into the house.
N calls AAA – people are still searching the pews for the keys, lifting the cushions, checking the book-holders. J and the boys are crawling under the pews, checking the floor. We determine that the keys are absolutely not in the sanctuary. We go out to the car to wait for AAA, Pastor S is waiting for us so she can give us a lift home to get our keys, and suddenly the lightbulb goes off. The back window of our car is broken…one of the boys hit it and knocked it off the track. It slides up and DOWN at will. Push the window down, unlock the back door, K crawls in and opens the front door, and VOILA…House Key! While we are in the car, I start searching under front seats in case I somehow dropped N’s keys while I was getting the envelope out (even though I clearly remember both locking the car with the remote and handing the keys to N). What’s that? There, between the front seats? Is that the emergency wallet key we got with the car? The one I LOST OVER A YEAR AGO? Yes, yes it is.
So now, we can get home. We can get into our house. N’s keys are still missing but we are fairly confident that they will turn up at some point.
Yesterday we got a phone call from the church. Another parishioner had picked up the keys from the pew thinking they were his. When they realized they had an extra set of keys, they retraced their steps and realized they must have picked them up at church.
Someone up there was absolutely looking out for us last Sunday, and yesterday. I have my faith, and my beliefs, I don’t talk about them much or make a big deal about them, but they are there and are a part of me. Someone moved that wallet key to where we would find it. Someone prompted my memory about the broken & hence unused back window of the car. Someone urged me, when we were leaving that morning, to use the extra house key to lock the door behind me instead of having N do it. And someone nudged the memory of an elderly parishioner to recall where he could have picked up an extra set of keys in the last few days.
Thank you, Lord.











