What woman, having ten silver coins, if she loses one coin, does not light a lamp and sweep the house and seek diligently until she finds it? And when she has found it, she calls together her friends and neighbors, saying, "Rejoice with me, for I have found the coin which I had lost."
On the way home from church today, I suddenly remembered that on the day in question, I had slipped and fallen on the wet floor in the school cafeteria. Several other teachers hurried over to help me pick up my things and make sure I was all right, but I wondered whether my wallet had somehow escaped from my bag and gotten lost in the shuffle.
So I stopped by school, thanking God I had requested a master key to enter after hours. It was dark and silent as I walked down the hallway toward the cafeteria, descended the wooden steps and turned on the lights. There was the treacherous corner, now dry and clean. I knelt down on the floor, peered under the ice cream freezer and burst out laughing -- my wallet was right there, untouched and just barely out of sight.
Some may call this discovery was a triumph of logic, but I know better. Thank you for your prayers.