It turns out, someone had stolen my wallet while I was at church. The Pastor called me today and said his wife found my wallet in the main part of the church. So someone stole it, took the money, but had an attack of conscience and brought the actual wallet back to the church.
Even though I know it's a bit ironic that my wallet was stolen in church, I know God was behind all this. I learned a good lesson, a heart lesson when I lost my wallet. I'll be doing my best to remember it now that I have it back.
On a sidenote, I was getting used to the idea of buying a new wallet (I've had this one for three years), so I think I'll buy a new wallet anyway.
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I love you. That is all.
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