Yesterday afternoon, I went and cashed a check for three hundred and two dollars and some odd change. I didn't really mean to cash it, but I was on the phone at the time and I didn't have a deposit slip and I wasn't thinking and I was in the drive-thru and the bank teller cashed it and I got the envelope and I put it in my purse and I thought "OK. Whatever, I'm paying my rent tomorrow morning."
The rest of the details are not really important. I have searched and searched and searched. I have looked in every bag, cleaned out my car, look under the couch, my bed, and every table and chair that I own. I have looked in my bathroom and through all of my laundry. I cannot find this money. I have made phone calls and prayed without ceasing since I realized that it was gone. And still, nothing.
There are several thoughts in my head right now.
- I am about to go to Sharptop and Satan is working to prevent me from thinking about the weekend and focusing on the weekend. Well, I'm on to you, buster.
- I ended up asking my parents for the money. I have not asked my parents for money in over two years. Occasionally, they have given me money just because they wanted too, but I have never asked for it and that was a source of pride for me. Calling my mom and telling her about losing my money was one of the hardest things I have ever done. My parents offer to give me the amount that I lost and my actually taking it was even harder.
"I will bless the Lord at all times. His praise shall continually be in my mouth." Psalm 34:1
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