God, Why Did You Hide My Keys?

I lost a set of keys on a Monday a few weeks ago.  Most of the keys on the ring I could live without for a few days, but one was the master key for the apartment complex I had been doing remodeling work for, and it’s really inconhttp://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/5/56/Keys_with_pink_background.JPG/320px-Keys_with_pink_background.JPGvenient to find someone with a key every time you need access to a unit.

By Friday, I gave up hope of the keys magically appearing and asked another contractor to get me a new master.  I got a call from him a few minutes later asking me to come outside, where he was standing across the street.  As it turns out, as he was walking through the grass on his way to make my key he stepped on something in the grass:  my keys.

I’ve been thinking about the extent of God’s involvement in the little things in our lives.  There are some who say that none of the times we have found to be great learning experiences were at all orchestrated by God.  And there are others than consider every little thing to be part of a “God-lesson”.

Pro 3:5, 6  Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight.

So, did God hide my keys?  Did he let that particular keyring fall away from the rest of them, to be found 5 days later, to teach us some grand new thing that we would soon be using on the Mission Field?  Or was the act of the other contractor stepping on them and finding them at such an opportune time meant to be a turning-point in his walk with the Lord?  For the most part, I think it was just a matter of physics, I pulled my keys out of my pocket and this keyring detached from the others and just fell to the ground as a function of gravity.

I thanked God when they were found, and I expect He was involved.  Whether the guy’s steps were guided to land on the keys or not doesn’t really matter.  Nothing grand, but God used it to remind me that He’s involved even in the little things.  It’s also what prompted me to write about God working in our lives.

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I had just walked across the apartment complex to get some tools, and realized as soon as I returned that I had forgotten one.  Ug.  As I headed back to get it, I started to wonder again about how much God is involved in the little things.  Then I began to wonder who I might run in to or just why God wanted me to make a second trip.  As I was walking, I was watching for an opportunity, still wondering if God had a plan in this second trip.

The trip was uneventful, but it hit me that it should always be like this:  Every time my feet hit the floor, every time my fingers hit the keyboard, every time I pick up the phone, I need to be a witness, to remember I’m an ambassador.  I need to pay attention to everything and everyone that I come in contact with.  Most everybody is in need of something, whether it’s prayer, comfort, or to be introduced to Jesus.

I Peter 3:15  But in your hearts set apart Christ as Lord. Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for the hope that you have. But do this with gentleness and respect,

I’ll choose to give God credit, to err on the side of caution and when the good stuff happens, thank Him.  Whether it’s airline tickets that are about half-priced for the only couple of days Kelly (the missionary in the Transkei) was available to meet with us in Denver when he was in the states, the miracle of found keys, or even just a beautiful day to remind me that God does good things for us.

2 thoughts on “God, Why Did You Hide My Keys?

  1. I loved reading this. He has spoken to me through my keys my entire life. I have always absolutely known whether or not I should cancel everything (my keys are with my small purse and cards) I can patiently wait many, many days if I know I will find them. The 2nd to the last time I lost them I knew immediately that I needed to call my charge card and bank people and get new keys made.
    I’ve lost them a lot and He has always been faithful to tell me what to do.

    I love hearing you talk about the same type of communication. He is so real to us when we’re hanging on to Him. And, often, when we’re not.

    Amy just told me this week about your buying the home and about all the kids getting to meet each other. I loved it. Wish there had been pictures.

    Where will you part it? Will you continue on working with these apts.? When will you go on the road … or will you. I’ll start with the 100$ in March since you may not get to work. Let me know how you’ll be living during this coming year. Smooches. I love you.

  2. Thanks, Mom!

    For now, it’s parked at the house — we have a little bit of work to do on it. We’ll be in the house for at least a couple more weeks, after which we’ll go… somewhere!

    We’ll probably spend some time in an RV park, some time boondocking (just parking somewhere, a parking lot or a driveway that fits it).

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