Several weeks ago, I was in Texarkana where I lost the key to our Friendswood PT clinic. I had to put my dad's house key on my key ring and all I could figure was that it must have come off then. I combed my car for it, but had no luck in locating it.
Well today was the first time that I had to work in that particular clinic since losing the key, which I completely forgot about. On the way to work I was praying for Ruthie and telling God all the reasons I thought He should process this thing on my timetable. I arrived at the dark, locked clinic and suddenly had my prayer interrupted by the memory that I didn't have the key. Resolved to have to wait until the secretary got there, I turned off my car and dropped my hand into my console---> onto a key. You can imagine how shocked I was at the irony of that moment. I have looked in that console 50 times since losing that key and have never seen it. Then it hit me,
God knows exactly what I need and His timing is always perfect.
I believe that God allowed me to lose that key so He could use it as an object lesson to remind me of His Faithfulness right now at a time when I so desperately need to remember that He has a plan for Ruthie's life and for my life and it is indeed perfect.