The hubster called me shortly after one o’clock this afternoon telling me he had some bad news. He put our renter’s endorsed money order and deposit slip in his pocket and was headed to the bank. Before he got into his car he checked his pocket and the papers were gone. He retraced his steps back to his office, and no luck. The deposit was gone.
While we were on the phone we discussed what action we may need to take next: closing the bank account, seeing if we could get our renter to return to the store to see if he could get a second money order and cancel the first, etc. I didn’t want to jump to conclusions too soon, and I actually felt quite calm and collect about the whole matter, even if we had to eat the loss and cover the mortgage on our own.
Amidst our conversation on the phone the power went out.
I didn’t realize the power went out until I went to make lunch for Lil’Miss and the microwave was lifeless. I had heard a loud bang like pop while I was on the phone with the hubbers, but I didn’t think much of it, but that is when the power actually went off.
I was going to fix a bowl of oatmeal for Lil’Miss, but that quickly changed to PB and honey. She had the sandwich and I was going to have the oatmeal. Before I ate the soupy, cold oatmeal that was surprisingly good, I said a little prayer.
“Heavenly Father please if someone finds the money, have them turn it into the bank. If the money is gone, help us learn a lesson from this loss.”
The 30 degree temperature outside was starting to reflect in our drafty home. As I checked the mail I ran into our neighbor, her power was out as well. I wondered how long we would be with out power and went through a mental list of what we might need to do on such a cold day: Where are the candles, what should we make for dinner, will we need to start a fire in the fireplace??
Time went on for two plus hours, and the power was still out and the hubbers called again for about the fourth time. This time with good news. Somebody found the money order and deposit slip and turned it in to the bank. Not long after our conversation of good news, the power returned and the house began warming up. Thank you to the good people of the world who do the right thing! Thank you to the power people who work hard at keeping our homes warm!
A good day!
Post script: The hubbers just got home from work and I asked him the details of the found check. It turns out an older gentleman found the money order and turned the check into one of the downtown police stations. A police officer took the money order to the bank and verified that he is indeed my husband and is linked to the account (it was written to me). Then he was able to deposit the money. Now my prayers are in thanks! Indeed a good day!