A very bad, very good day

Indeed I thought yesterday that my luck had changed (see post below) but little did I realize that while I was typing that post last night, I had already left my purse somewhere!!! After Weston's academic match, I had taken him and Brian over to good, old, McDonalds for an ice cream. And I left my purse there. I didn't realize it until this morning when I was getting ready to go to the store. I was frantic! Beside myself because I couldn't find it. I called Barth. He was in the middle of a meeting in his office, but dismissed the people there when he answered and asked if he could help me with something, and I blubbered into the phone a pitiful, "YES!" I told him my plight and then told him I was off to see if someone had turned it in at McDonalds. I promised to call when I was done there. It had been a good 14 hours since I had last seen my purse and there was the checkbook, and the ATM card and the credit cards.....oh I just knew it was going to be bad! I walked up to the counter, skipping past the people in line and asked if a purse had been turned in the night before. All the workers there said no, they hadn't seen anything. And then, from in the back, the manager lady came walking up. I asked again if a pink purse had been turned in. She asked if it was quilted-like and I said yes. She went to the back and returned with my purse in hand!!! I thanked her over and over again before I walked out the door and back to my car with my little ones in tow. I went through my purse to find everything still there!! And then I cried and offered a prayer of thanks. Thankful that nothing had been taken. Thankful that an honest person had come across it and turned it in. Thankful because I knew that my Father in Heaven was watching over me and my family. Thankful that the bad day had a rainbow hiding behind the clouds, turning it into a wonderful day instead! Ever thankful! I called Barth and told him that I had found it, and then cried some more to him. (At least after 12 years of marriage he is fully aware of my buckets of tears!) After I calmed down enough to stop shaking like a leaf, I was able to drive to the store to get the things that I needed for the week before picking up Aaron from school. As the lady at Krogers was helping me unload my groceries onto the belt, she asked how my day was going. I relayed losing and finding my purse to which she replied, "O, thank the Lord! It is always so nice to hear that there are good people in the world!" I couldn't agree more!