More and more I have the feeling that God has assigned a specific guardian angel to watch over me (just like 'It's a Wonderful Life') because I'm such a handful! A misfit!
I can not believe what happened Tuesday. Yet, it all worked out (sort of). It usually does.
Running later than usual for work. I grab my 5 bags and pack the trunk. Off for a jam-packed day of merriment and mayhem.
Fast forward 9 and 1/2 hours.
Where are my house keys?
Nowhere to be found. My first clue was when they were not in the normal hiding place in my car. Re-thinking my every step. I had an idea of what happened which egged me on even more.
They were not in the door so I had them when I left.
I was locked out. Thank goodness Mom was feeling well enough to open the front door.
Once inside, every bag, every nook, every cranny and pocket examined inside and out.
Nothing.
I venture back outside to look through the car again with a fine tooth comb.
Nothing.
My theory: while I was placing the 'bag lady's' bags inside the trunk, I left the house keys on the ledge by my back license plate. You know what that means?! They flew off in transit.
I walk the length of my driveway and am going to cover every inch of the street in front of my home.
Voila! They ARE in the street just outside my driveway apron --snow covered and unfortunately, a bit mangled. My favorite purple, dog print a bit twisted. But, I've found my keys! Absolutely NOT a chance of recovering them without a guardian angel watching over me...by my side constantly....keeping me out of trouble!
Never again will I doubt Mom, myself, Jesus, and his choice for my Guardian Angel (G.A.)--who picked the short straw!!!!
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