Minha chave!

Esta manhã, antes de começar a caminhar da nossa casa alugada até o canteiro de obras onde estamos construindo o centro comunitário, Tranquei a porta da nossa casa alugada e coloquei cuidadosamente a chave no bolso enquanto comecei a descer a estrada empoeirada.. “Empoeirado” é a chave (trocadilho intencional!) because anything small that lands on the road will sink a little into the dust and quickly get covered with the next passerby. Somehow along the way the key fell out of my pocket, but I didn’t notice until I was 3/4 of the way to the building site. I turned back and retraced my steps, back and forth, for the rest of the morning, all the while thinking “God, you know where the key is, but I’m the one who needs it! How can we work this out so I can know also?” As I was making my 4th round trip (about 2 hours into it), a man on his porch started talking to me. I have no clue what he said, but I stopped for a minute to say a few words to him, though mostly just smiled because I had no clue what he was saying (perhaps he was speaking Bahasa).
Just then I looked down and saw the key on the road!!
I’m very thankful God shared the secret of the lost key with me, and I praise Him for taking care of even the smallest hidden things.