This is a continuation of an earlier post. You can read the first part here.
So I called the consulate, and it directed me to the emergency number (because who is at the consulate office at midnight? No one. That’s who). I talked to a lady who said that even though Bree had a copy of her passport and Drivers License, our best bet was to be at the consulate office (which is in Harare — 4 hours away) when it opened at 7:30 the next morning. There was no way that was going to happen (mostly because we would have to leave in 3 hours and we didn’t make our own travel arrangements to get to the airport and therefore, had no way to modify them so we could get to the consulate office when it opened). We decided we were just going to head to the consulate instead of the airport at our scheduled time in the morning and see what happened.
After I was done crying, I went back into Bree’s room and gathered the search party (who’d had no luck) and we prayed. We prayed the Lord would give us dreams and visions that night that help us find her passport and we stood on the truth that the God we know today is the same God of the lost coins we read about in the Bible. But mostly, we prayed for His will to be done.
When we woke up the next morning my first words to every single person were “did you have any dreams last night?” to which everyone replied “no.” ‘Okay,’ I thought, ‘we are really going to go to the consulate. Let’s do it.’
So the team meets at the bus stop just like we planned and we’ve been waiting on the bus (and the men of our team) for about 20 minutes when the bus pulls up. As the team is loading their baggage into the trailer, I start up the hill to go see what they guys’ hold up is. When I’m about a quarter of the way up the hill, I hear one of our more boisterous members yelling “PRAISE THE LORD!!” and look back to see her on her knees and face in the middle of the road. Immediately, I run back toward the bus stop and she runs toward me.
She jumps on me and says “WE FOUND IT! WE FOUND BREE’S PASSPORT! LOOK AT IT!” and she shows me the most beautiful legal document I have ever seen. I go get the guys, we finish loading the trailer and drive into the sunrise on our way to the airport…not the consulate. 
Back story: As the team was loading their luggage, our driver (Alfred) got in the trailer to move the spare tire and help us get all of our things in. People were handing him bags and he looked down and said “oh no, somebody’s passport!” They looked at it and it was Bree’s! So, whether Bree had been mistaken as to when she last saw her passport or the Lord made the passport show up in that tiny miraculous trailer or Alfred’s eyes were simply guided to the passport, I am claiming this account as a miracle and nothing less. Thank you Jesus that you are the same yesterday, today and forever.
