The Case Of The Missing Wallet
I’ve just returned from a holiday with my family to the south island of New Zealand. It has been the best holiday we have ever had. 10 days of train rides, light plane rides, helicopter rides, white-water rafting, snow, cruises plus more. No expense was spared because it was in fact a celebration of the past four years since starting OE Design - The Web Designers. For more information about my business go to http://www.oe-design.com. But to see the joy on the faces of my family was more than enough to satisfy this guy.
But in achieving that memorable time in New Zealand there was one little challenge that had to be overcome along the way.
On the very first day we arrived in Christchurch we hopped on a tram and headed for the Botanical Gardens. We had a new camera and my youngest daughter asked me to jump into the air as she took my photo. After walking around the gardens we spotted people paddling and punting in the Avon River. That was exactly what we wanted to do. So off we took to organise it. On arriving at the boat sheds I reached down to get my wallet and to my horror it was gone.
For well over an hour we searched and searched and searched and in our searching I even at one point lost my family. But all members of the family continued to pray as they looked desperately for the lost wallet. This holiday was a miracle and we knew that God had provided for it, so nothing was going to destroy it. Finally we were able to find each other, but still no wallet. All cash, all credit cards, all licenses stolen would prove an incredible interruption to our holiday, especially as we were due to hop on a train the very next morning and hire a car on the other side of the island.
My eldest daughter and my wife said, ‘We need to go to the police station.’ Now there just happened to be a huge sign POLICE on top of a building a number of blocks away from the gardens, but I have to admit that both my son and I weren’t convinced as we followed their directions and headed down the road to the police station to report the lost/stolen wallet. We must have looked like a bunch of lost ducklings as we filed in one after the other.
The policewoman in attendance asked me to start filling out forms and as I completed one form she walked over to a box and before my very eyes pulled out my wallet. All the cash was still in it and nothing had been removed. A man had walked in and handed it in and had not given permission for their details to be handed out. I said to the policewoman that I wanted to give him a $100 as reward, but she refused to give me his details. So I couldn’t even give my money away.
The following week when we returned to the Avon River and rowed and punted, the punter who was pushing our boat stated that he was constantly fishing out of the river, that passed through the gardens, empty wallets - totally cleaned out - but I turned to my wife and simply smiled.
If God be for us then who can be against us!
It was a miracle, and as my youngest daughter stated later ‘ Dad it must have been an angel.’
Who knows?