|...the no-back bars|
Yesterday morning before going to spend most of the day with my parents (both in a health care facility), I prepared some No-Bake Reece's Peanut Butter Bars for my husband to take to a board meeting in the evening, washed the bedding to prepare for an overnight guest, put a meal in the crock pot for my husband, and tried to spot-clean a quite neglected house. In the process of changing out purses, I THOUGHT I laid the keys on our kitchen island, but when it was time to go, I couldn't find them. I spent some frantic minutes searching. My sister said she'd drive, so I left the house feeling really flustered about their loss.
Both my husband and I searched again before going to bed last night to no avail. So I posted on Facebook. Another "early-birder" like myself indicated that she would pray. I got up from my chair, breathed yet ANOTHER prayer, and made another round of the house.
For some reason, I tipped one of the chairs at our kitchen table. Just one! And I was greeted by the sound of keys hitting the floor.
How they got there is a mystery. Why I tipped a chair - and that particular one - is even more unexplainable! But with a thankful heart and fresh faith and trust in my Heavenly Father, I will travel to be with my parents again this morning.