God works in mysterious ways.
Tonight Justin and I were suppose to be at the Luke Bryan concert, but we didn't end up going.
When we got home from western Mass we were both exhausted and I felt lousy, but we needed to go grocery shopping.
Usually we go to Stop N Shop, but tonight Justin wanted to check out Hannafords.
When we grocery shop we usually just get what's on our list and get out. Quick as possible. Since we've never been to Hannafords for a whole shopping trip, we took our time going up and down each aisle.
When we left the store I noticed an older woman standing by her car, fiddling with her door. I asked if she needed help. This poor woman had lost her keys. She'd looked everywhere and they were no where to be found. Justin and I spent time helping her look, walking around the parking lot, and attempting to get the doors open. We waited until her grandson came to drive her home.
While we were waiting she told me that someone in her family had randomly found a set of keys recently. She had no idea if she had a spare car key, but she said, "God works in mysterious ways. Hopefully those will be the keys I need."
A little while after Justin and I got home my cell phone rang. The woman had asked for my name, address, and phone number so she could let me know what ended up happening..
The keys that had recently been found were the right ones. Her car was back in her driveway.
Tonight I'm grateful for the mysterious ways that God works.
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