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  1. Carolyn Weimer
    February 16, 2017 @ 4:56 pm

    Wow! What a great story. Reminds me of my memory/insight from Matthew 7 rooted in: “…If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!”

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    • Kristen Terry
      February 17, 2017 @ 3:56 pm

      YES!! 🙂

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  2. Weber Ivy
    February 17, 2017 @ 2:53 pm

    I once lost a set of house keys on a long Metro trip home from my office, which had dismissed its staff early in the Washington Blizzard of Friday, February 11, 1983. I had those keys in my pocket when I left the office, but to my great annoyance they were no longer in my pocket when I reached for them to open my front door, so my housemates had to let me inside out of the cold and the deep snowdrifts. I grumbled, “Oh, who knows where I might have dropped them? I’ll never see those house keys again!” But my Christian housemate Eugene admonished me: “Now, Weber! That’s negative confession! We just need to believe and agree together in prayer that you WILL find those keys!” Well, I was so mad at him for saying that, I was sure that the prayer which I grudgingly offered to God in response to this faith-filled (and undoubtedly well-meant but surely unrealistic) exhortation would just bounce right off of the ceiling and smack me upside the head–and actually, I might have deserved that kind of a response from the Almighty for my petulant expression of unbelief. Nevertheless I prayed with my housemate in a rather perfunctory manner, and then I forgot all about that prayer for the next 2 1/2 months. Then, on Saturday, April 30, 1983, while pulling some weeds which had grown up around the base of our mailbox in the front yard, I spotted a glint of silver metal in the dirt which I had exposed and disturbed in the effort to remove those offending plants by their roots. Yes! There, almost completely hidden under the dirt, were the keys I thought I had lost forever. I had evidently dropped them there, in the middle of what was then a deep snowdrift, at the foot of the mailbox when I had opened it to retrieve any incoming mail before hurrying inside out of the blizzard. When spring came, the crabgrass seeds that were buried beneath all that snow and under a thin layer of topsoil sprouted and grew over my dropped key ring, to await a fine Saturday afternoon of spring cleaning and my divinely-orchestrated opportunity not only to retrieve a set of house keys which I had long since believed to be lost forever, but also to rediscover the importance of taking my responsibility to pray in faith, and God’s infinite ability to answer such prayers, seriously. I’ve had to relearn that lesson a few times since then, too, but it is not for nothing that we acknowledge Jesus to be the faithful shepherd and the teacher who is infinitely patient and kind, even with the slowest of his children. Thank you for this story–I am an RAC man who joined many others that weekend in praying for the women who were on this retreat, and I’m glad that it was such a success! — Weber Ivy

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  3. Kristen Terry
    February 17, 2017 @ 3:56 pm

    Hannah — Thank you for such a beautiful recount of a seriously, glorious moment! I still can’t believe you found the diamond.
    Weber –This line moved me to tears. “I am an RAC man who joined many others that weekend in praying for the women who were on this retreat..” Thank you Weber!

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