Last weekend was a busy one for the Wadsworth Family. We headed over to Ikea again but this time we actually went to buy things. When the house is presentable I will take pictures and show you what was bought. All I can really say right now is that we came home with a car full. I know I had my wallet in my hand when we were unloading our car and carrying Andie and all our bags up the stairs to our house on the third floor. I needed more hands so I put my wallet in one of the bags. That is that last I ever saw of my wallet (or so I thought).
My husband was so anxious and excited with our new things for our home. He pulled things out of bags and the living room was a disaster. It honestly looked like a tornado went through. We even had bookshelves on there sides and movies all over the floor. It was impossible to walk through. My OCD self couldn't handle the mess and I went to change Andie and hang up our clean clothes.
After finishing my task I went back out to the living room and Zach had gathered everything together and was taking loads of trash downstairs. I asked him what he was throwing away and he just said garbage so I let him do his thing and I did mine. Sometimes in a marriage that is needed especially when you are married to a complete opposite when it comes to organization and cleanliness. (I love my husband though and all his little quirks so don't get me wrong there).
Saturday, Sunday and Monday pass and my wallet is still no where to be seen. I searched the house high and low. I looked EVERYWHERE. The last place I saw my wallet was when I placed it in the plastic bag and all those bags went away in the garbage truck Saturday morning. I came to the conclusion that the only place my wallet could be was in that garbage truck. I was mad to say the least. I was more mad at myself for putting it in the bag. I had EVERYTHING in my wallet. Checks, bank card, credit card, license, mine and Zachs social security cards, gift cards, library cards, mine and Zachs temple recommends, etc...Literally EVERYTHING was in my wallet.
I spent Monday night worried about not only my own identity being completely stolen but Zachs also. I finally came to the conclusion that it was gone right before Zach came home from school. He had felt bad because if it was thrown away in the mess of things on Friday he did it. He is the sweetest husband I know and bought me a new wallet and flowers. You know your husband loves you unconditionally when he goes out of his way to do the sweetest things for you even when you think nothing will cheer you up.
Tuesday morning I woke up and at the foot of my bed was my wallet. How in the world is it there? It makes no since how it appeared there. I looked all over in our bedroom and everywhere in the house. The power of pray that is all I can say to that. There is no doubt in my mind that our Lord and Savior watches over us. If we believe in him miracles will be brought to us in our lives. I am so thankful to have the gospel in my life. I have such a strong testimony in prayer and have seen life changing events through out my life. I love being a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints :)
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