Last week I discovered that I had no idea where my passport was.
I looked everywhere I could think of. Called friends and had them look in my office, in my stuff that I had left at there house and even in my empty car.
No one had any luck.
It’s only a short 6 hour drive from my parents house
where I am staying. I was still hoping that it would show up in the stuff that was being driven from San Diego to Illinois with a friend. When the stuff arrived I looked through it and the passport wasn’t their either. I was sure that I would be making that trip to Chicago.
A couple of nights later I had a dream about it being in a backpack that I hadn’t used in a while. I wasn’t sure where it was, but thought the most likely place was with the stuff that I had cleaned out of my car. That was all at my friends house in San Diego and she was in Florida so I called her roommate and asked her to look for the back pack and the passport
She called me back not even five minutes later and told me that the passport was in the backpack. Exaclty where I had dreamed that it would be.
I had prayed that God would show me where it was.
