(Five minute Friday. Linking with Lisa Jo Baker. Prompt: true)
We were on our way home.
We had just finished a retreat with Willow Creek, where I was able to do a poetry workshop. Then I sold pieces of my poetry. We made $1250.00 for the weekend.
After loading up our pieces I asked, “Should we stop somewhere to eat?”
My husband and friend responded, “No, let’s just go home.”
Kiddingly I told them we could go anywhere we wanted. And then I started looking for the zipper pouch that held our earnings.
A few minutes later I said, “Mike, I can’t find the money.”
“Please, tell me you’re kidding.”
“No, it’s true.”
By the time we got home I called Lincolnshire Hotel to inquire if anyone had turned it in, but was told no.
I called my church to ask for prayer.
My son, Nathan called to say, “Mom they told me at youth group something’s up, what happened?”
“Oh Nathan, I made $1250.00 and then I lost it,” I cried into the phone.
“Mom, it’s only money. God must have had another reason for this.”
And so I got off the phone. And immediately I remembered a conversation I had with the Lord that morning.
“Do you trust me?” God asked.
“Yes Lord, you know I trust you. I don’t care how much money we make.”
I lied to God.
Note: Here is a poem I wrote after this experience, entitled: Disappointment.
Lord, I’m so discouraged,
the plans I had fell through
I sit with disappointment,
and don’t know what to do.
I had my day all figured out,
most everything was planned.
But nothing went the way I thought
and I don’t understand.
He answers with compassion,
“I know you are in pain,
Just trust in me completely,
your loss will turn to gain.”