THE CASE OF THE LOST GLASSES!!!!

When you look at world events, losing ones glasses is small potatoes, but to the one that can't see, it still rates up there pretty high.

The other day, my husband lost his glasses. I was busy with doing volunteer work for our daughter to get ready for her teaching school in a few weeks. I had the dining room table all loaded down with these papers I was sorting out, so when she needs a certain paper they will be in order to pass out (years supply).

My husband was reading close by and using the remainder space of the table to sort out his stuff.
Which really was very little space left.

Later, toward evening, he announced that he couldn't find his glasses. I was still on this task for the day so that it would be completed and forgotten about. He retraced his steps and searched and searched in all the obvious places and those not so obvious. He couldn't find them and so I got involved and tried to solve the mystery. We looked in the yard, back yard, garbage, chairs, davenport, under the furniture and everywhere that was conceivable where these glasses could have gone. No glasses were to be found anywhere and even places that you wouldn't look unless you were desperate and didn't know where else to look. Still no glasses.

The thought came to me that God knew where they had gone, so why not ask Him to help us find them. We had gone out to eat with our neighbors for lunch, but he was sure he had them when he came back and was reading. So we were sure that they had to be somewhere around the house or yard.

When we got back from lunch with our friends, it was warm in the house and I slipped my outer blouse off and placed them over the chair like you would do with a jacket. I wanted to get back to the job at hand.

I finally completed the project about 6 PM and called Mary to meet us half way and she could take them to her school the next day.

Before I left, I tidied up the table, and noticed the blouse placed on the back of the chair. I proceeded to remove it to the clothes hamper and something dropped out of the blouse to the floor. Yes, the infamous glasses!!! They had to have fallen in the cuff of the blouse because there were no pockets to the blouse. Duh! I should have asked God sooner.

Thought--I wonder how many times we worry, stew, wring our hands, and the answer is no closer than God's word. If we would only learn to ask God to help, we could eliminate a lot of time, trouble and worries.