The Key to Finding Keys?

Sorry for the silence. Have been away for a bit....

But an interesting thing happened earlier tonight.

After a meeting, I somehow got involved in a conversation which I initiated. Or thought I did.

It was not a topic I would normally be interested in and most times I would not have the audacity to bring up something so sensitive. But talk about it I did. Even to my Hubby's surprise.

But that's not the topic of my post.

Towards the end of the conversation, I noticed a young man walking around, as if looking for something, as indeed he was. Only a handful of people were left and I wanted to lock up. So I asked what it was he was searching for.

"My keys," he replied, "My car keys."

Needless to say I stopped conversing and started to help look!

After a few minutes of futile searching (the place is rather big), asking the young man some questions and moving around with little hope, I asked the Lord where the keys were. Should have done that in the first place, right?

It seemed that the keys are linked to the young man going to the washroom earlier. Well, to be more precise, the word that came to mind was "Toilet". Not the sort of thing you'd expect the Lord to say!

So I told the young man to retrace his steps back to the toilet!

After an initial hesitation, a few more probes and pokes around, he did just that.

Within a few moments, I heard him shout out, "I found them!"

Isn't God good? The young man had stopped to take a call and placed them on a table on the way to the toilet..... Now what if I hadnt started on this conversation... or was it the Lord who initiated it after all...