Have You Seen Me?

"Dear Friends, 

Yesterday I was minding my own business, hanging out inside my owner's normal bag, when all of a sudden I was plucked from the darkness and carried quickly outside into the streets of London. Strangers began disassembling me so fast and roughly, taking my cards to the nearest stores and money machines in sight. I still don't know what happened! And I am still trying to find my way home... but I am getting worried and today it was dark and raining all day long." 

--Sincerely, Kambry's Wallet 

Yes, yes, the story is true. Yesterday, I, too, was minding my own business, ordering my skinny mocha with light cream and sharing a cup of coffee with a friend during the morning rush before a full day. Good thing I decided to order a little something extra an hour later before I left the coffee shop (no, this is not the coffee place on our cute little neighborhood market street), because when I went to grab my wallet again, it was no where to be found. I started panicking, of course, and called Brian in a frenzy (yes, I called him 7 times and finally got him out of a meeting) once the baristas and I discovered that my little black wallet was, indeed, missing... aka... stolen. 

Well, the team of thieves used all of my credit cards from both sides of the Atlantic faster than you can say "skinny mocha with light cream," but Brian and I canceled all cards as fast as we could. Thank goodness for 24-hour bank service is all I have to say after this. I called the London police, filed the report (halfway cried through the report), and then we racked our brains for any other items in the wallet. 

All in all, we are so very thankful that the Lord protected me from any personal harm or physical danger.