Maybe I see too much into things and find meaning that isn’t really there.
Anyway, one of the reasons I was a bit off-center when I returned from my trip to Utah was getting some unexpected bad financial news in the mail (including an assessment of an underpayment for my 2005 California taxes). I will be able to pay this off without much trouble, but it means having less in my fund for a down payment on a home/condo.
So, today, it seemed part of a pattern when, as I was getting ready to go to the bank, I couldn’t find my wallet. Later, I would discover it on the front seat of my car, clearly visible to any passerby. And I had parked my car on the street, not in my building’s more secure garage.
When I recovered my wallet, all my credit cards were there. Not a dollar was missing.
I wanted to see that a reminder that despite my financial difficulties challenges, things could have been far worse. As if God had somehow caused the wallet to fall out of my pants and onto the seat so I could recover it intact a few hours later.