| THE KEYS |
In the 1970's, Mom worked at a State hospital - a mental institution. Today it would be called a mental
health facility. Certain keys were only given to those in positions of authority and to lose them was a
very bad thing. You could be fired for losing keys.
It was a snowy morning and I was living at home at the time. Mom called me on the phone and in a
frantic voice, explained she'd lost her keys. At the time I would not consider myself a strong Christian.
I was more of a backslider than not. In other words, I wasn't really on a personal knowledge basis with
God and could care less about church.
Anyway, mom told me she had to have her keys and that she'd searched everywhere,and she said, “I
am going to pray right now and believe that God will lead you right to those keys.” I'm thinking to
myself, “Sure, like God cares about that. And even if He did, they could be anywhere in this house.”
Not a true faith-filled person, that's for sure! But I agreed with her that I would find the keys and hung
up.
Before I could even begin to think of where to look, I opened the front door, walked outside in the
snow - the foot and a half mess outside - walked right to the end of the sidewalk, turned to my left,
reached down and picked the keys up off the ground. They were in the snow but the snow around
them was melted in a perfect circle about 1" around the keys. The keys were nestled right in the
middle of the circle. As I recall, it was also still snowing.
As I stood there in the snow covered grass, I began crying. I couldn’t believe God cared about such a
small detail. He loved us that much. I couldn't believe I'd walked right outside and straight to the
keys. I ran inside and called my mom back, telling her what had happened. She wasn't surprised I
found the keys but she was as amazed as I was how God walked me right to them, no hesitation, no
digging around inside the house first - just led me straight to the keys.
All we had to do was ask.
Copyright © 2007 Nan C Loyd
All rights reserved. Used by permission.
health facility. Certain keys were only given to those in positions of authority and to lose them was a
very bad thing. You could be fired for losing keys.
It was a snowy morning and I was living at home at the time. Mom called me on the phone and in a
frantic voice, explained she'd lost her keys. At the time I would not consider myself a strong Christian.
I was more of a backslider than not. In other words, I wasn't really on a personal knowledge basis with
God and could care less about church.
Anyway, mom told me she had to have her keys and that she'd searched everywhere,and she said, “I
am going to pray right now and believe that God will lead you right to those keys.” I'm thinking to
myself, “Sure, like God cares about that. And even if He did, they could be anywhere in this house.”
Not a true faith-filled person, that's for sure! But I agreed with her that I would find the keys and hung
up.
Before I could even begin to think of where to look, I opened the front door, walked outside in the
snow - the foot and a half mess outside - walked right to the end of the sidewalk, turned to my left,
reached down and picked the keys up off the ground. They were in the snow but the snow around
them was melted in a perfect circle about 1" around the keys. The keys were nestled right in the
middle of the circle. As I recall, it was also still snowing.
As I stood there in the snow covered grass, I began crying. I couldn’t believe God cared about such a
small detail. He loved us that much. I couldn't believe I'd walked right outside and straight to the
keys. I ran inside and called my mom back, telling her what had happened. She wasn't surprised I
found the keys but she was as amazed as I was how God walked me right to them, no hesitation, no
digging around inside the house first - just led me straight to the keys.
All we had to do was ask.
Copyright © 2007 Nan C Loyd
All rights reserved. Used by permission.
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