I haven't said anything here but I haven't seen my wallet since hurricane IKE hit us on Sept 14th. I had it when we were grocery shopping that night. There was a instant when we pulled out of the parking lot that I heard what sounded like something falling off the roof of the car. I have a bad habit of putting my wallet up there when buckling Sean in. But I was almost sure that I felt between the front seats and felt my wallet there, although I wasn't absolutely positive. I watched our accounts to make sure there were no unauthorized uses.
We looked through the house and it didn't turn up. I figured when we cleaned for Michelle's party we'd find it...no such luck. I thought it might be in my bedroom so started tearing it apart, no luck. I was starting to get desperate. I NEEDED the kids' social security cards. I NEEDED my license. I found myself in the only room it could possibly be...my bedroom...time and time again....searching. Still nothing. I prayed...nothing. I finally came to the conclusion I couldn't wait for it anymore. I had decided that if I didn't find it by the end of this coming week...I'd bite the bullet. I'd go get my replacement license and apply for new cards for the kids. I then prayed that if the wallet was in the house, God would let it be found before the week was up. I mean I really don't have the time or the money to replace everything.
Yesterday as we were just about to go out the door Danielle comes up to me and says...Here yo'r wallet mommy! I thought she'd found one of the girls' wallets that looks similar. I turned around and looked and SHE HAD MY WALLET!!!! When I asked her where she found it she pointed to the middle of the living room floor and said...on da floor. I questioned her a few times to see if her story changed but it didn't. Still got it from the living room floor. So THANK YOU GOD! I'm not questioning it, only embracing it.