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[A personal note from Patrick]
In times like these it is often best to lighten the mood to see more clearly how hopeful our situation actually is.
The following very funny situation was not my personal experience but I have had times where I could not find my wallet That always makes me nervous because I have had to go through the pain of replacing one already and it isn’t something I want to repeat. Calling the bank cards in, changing the security info, waiting for the replacements, running down to the DMV to get a new drivers license… NOT fun!
But as I get older that sort of occurrence does seem to happen more often. I have learned to listen to Joyce more since.
The funniest times are without a doubt when, as I searched in greater and greater panic, I find the blasted thing right where my wife “suggested” it was all along!“Where’s my keys dear?”
“Hanging on your nose love.”Men LOSE things, Women FIND things.
Still in the Garden of Eden; Eve FOUND the Tree!
The Bible says Adam was put into a deep sleep when God made Eve, and the Bible never indicates whether he woke up again.
So enjoy this story and rejoice in the wonderful care of Jesus, Christian, as you laugh…
The Car Keys…
Several days ago as I left a meeting at our church, I desperately gave myself a personal TSA pat down. I was looking for my keys. They were not in my pockets. A quick search in the meeting room revealed nothing.
Suddenly I realized, I must have left them in the car. Frantically, I headed for the parking lot. My wife has scolded me many times for leaving the keys in the ignition. My theory is the ignition is the best place not to lose them. Her theory is that the car will be stolen. As I burst through the doors of the church, I came to a terrifying conclusion. Her theory was right. The parking lot was empty.
I immediately called the police. I gave them my location, confessed that I had left my keys in the car, and that it had been stolen. Then I made the most difficult call of all, “Honey,” I stammered. (I always call her “honey” in times like these.) “I left my keys in the car, and it has been stolen.”
There was a period of silence. I thought the call had been dropped, but then I heard her voice. “Idiot”, she barked, “I dropped you off!”
Now it was my time to be silent. Embarrassed, I said, “Well, come and get me.” She retorted, “I will, as soon as I convince this policeman I have not stolen your car.”
Yep it’s getting like that. The golden years.