The Wallets...

Jared and I went to dinner with some friends last night. We had the best time. We were baby-free and got to really enjoy sitting and talking with two couples that we don't get to see often. It was a really great evening. On the way to our car I saw a wallet on the ground. As I picked it up I asked Jared what we should do. Luckily a couple was coming down the street looking for said wallet, so I handed it over and felt really good that the woman would not have to wonder where her stuff was all night.

Today after church I had ultimate league. On my way home I saw another wallet lying in the middle of the road. I stopped and picked it up, but I waited until I got home to see if I could figure out who it belonged to. Luckily there was a drivers license. I Googled the address and realized it was really near where I had found the wallet and just a couple of streets over from where we live, so I hopped back in my car excited that I got to be a good Samaritan once again. I rang the doorbell and waited.

Then through the door I heard, "Who is it? I have a gun."

I paused and kind of freaked out a little bit, but then I heard little boy giggles in the background and it calmed me a little bit. The voice asked who it was again (I did not give them my name). I just said, "I found your mom's wallet out here on the street and I am returning it."

The door unlocked and there were two younger boys with chihuahuas standing in the doorway. I am not sure they had believed me at first, but when I held out the wallet the older boy let out a gasp, "Oh!"

He then apologized for telling me that he had a gun, and explained that he was just scared of strangers. I politely responded that he didn't need to tell people that he had a gun, but that it was good to ask who was at the door before answering. Their mother was not home, but I left the wallet with them -- I just pray it actually gets to their mother unmolested.

I am not sure why I have been finding so many wallets lately, but I am glad to be able to return them to their rightful places. I pray that my actions are fulfilling kingdom purposes. And I am also greatly relieved that the little boy didn't ACTUALLY have a gun. Phew!