Our anniversary

I made it through our anniversary fairly well. I tried to stay occupied so I wouldn't dwell on it too much in my alone time. But something occurred that amazed me Thursday evening.

I was at work when one of the boys who works there said he had something of mine. He said his grandmother had found it and had it for quite awhile. And since he works with me, she suggested he bring it to me.

It was my Bible!

I haven't seen my personal Bible since just after Danny's funeral. I've been using his all these months, and wondering where mine was.

What amazed me is that I had my personal Bible returned to me on the day of our anniversary. I know that was a God thing. I got an anniversary gift that I wouldn't trade for anything.

The boy's grandmother is the wife of the pastor of a church I visit fairly often. This is the church that also replaced the transmission in our old van last January. I suppose I left it either one Sunday after church or possibly at a fellowship I attended one Sunday night. I don't know. I just know I couldn't find it here. But now it's back in my hands again and I'm so thankful.