Lessons of a Lost Name Tag

It was no big deal. It just felt like an itch you can't quite scratch, and you find it flitting across your mind as a rude interruption to your day. That was how I felt about my long last name tag. I knew I needed it for an event with work, but I could not find it no matter how many times I checked the inner recesses of my purse. I was even going to wrap up my quiet time with the Lord a little earlier just to look around one last time. It itched I tell ya'!

Just as I was about to close my Bible and check my bag for the 25th time, I felt God tell me to stay put for a while longer. He knew the timeline I was facing. He knew better than I what needed to happen that day, and as small a thing as a lost name tag was, He knew how much it itched in my mind. So, I plopped myself down for a few more minutes of silence with Him (something I still can't quite get the hang of, but I'm working on it).

After a while, I got back up to resume my search, which this time included the random closet full of winter coats. Even as my hand reached for the first pocket in my last-ditch search, I didn't really believe it could be there. So, my hand dipped in and back out so quickly that I almost missed the feeling of a small piece of metal and magnet brushing my fingertips. Instead of searching frantically during my last few minutes before work, I got to enjoy my lesson of abiding and trust by concluding with 5 full minutes of suppressed laughter as I clutched my quickly found name tag.