“Oh that men would praise the Lord for His goodness and for His wonderful works to the children of men.” ~ Psalm 107:8 ~
A few weeks ago Ely and I had given our passports to the office for them to do something official with them. A day or so later, after school, I saddled two horses up expecting to take a certain student for a ride.
Well, said student didn’t come so Ely and I went for a ride instead. On our way back we passed by the Studio and stopped to chat with Caleb and Savorn, and ended up giving their daughter a small ride. Sreiya came past and said she had our passports to return to us. She dashed inside the studio and retrieved them. She handed me one, then took it back and gave me the other, saying it was mine. I slipped it into my back pocket, Ely took hers and then we raced the horses home.
Arriving home we quickly untacked and finished our chores. Partway through chores I remembered the passport and figured i should put it inside. I reached for it, and found my pocket empty. I must have put it inside already. I went in and saw a passport on the bookshelf, I opened it and it was mine. Phew.
The next morning on the way to school, Ely randomly mentions the fact that Sreiya had mixed up our passports and given hers to me, and that Ely had put mine on the bookshelf. Ely later said that she didn’t know why, but she’d felt very strongly that she had to tell me that information. I immediately began wondering where I had put hers, but figured I would look for it at luch time when I went home. Sitting down in the staffroom to do some work, I couldn’t concentrate. A strong urge (which I believe was the Holy Spirit) was telling me to go look for the passport. Previously I have ignored urges like this and found that I’d missed an opportunity, so although I didn’t feel worried about the passport, I decided that I would go and look.
I walked back home and searched everywhere and couldn’t find her passport. Now I was worried. It must have fallen out of my pocket the evening before. The kids could have found it, played with it, destroyed it… plus it had rained during the night!
I started praying and retracing my steps; wondering exactly how I was going to explain to Ely that I’d lost her passport!
I walked past the school scanning the ground, begging God to help me find the passport. I saw some trash on the ground that looked like part of a cement bag. I went over and praise God it was the missing passport. A bit damp, but still in one piece! Still praying, now thanking God, I raced back to the staffroom to show Ely! I’m so glad that I went to look for it when urged to. It was right near some of the younger grades who, not comprehending the importance of the little book, might have had all kinds of fun with it if they’d found it first.
I hope I will be more attuned to God’s voice in the future and not ignore what the Holy Spirit impresses me to do or say.