Today at dinner with the students an old Lady stepped into our dining room. She had lost the key to her room, where she had locked up all her baggage. She was a guest here and had wanted to return home. For some reason something within me clicked and I felt I should go over to them and try to help. So I did, had a good chat with her, but wasn´t able to open the door. I prayed on the way: God, where is the key? The impression I got was: The key is in her son´s car. The son was still working and later on I bumped into him, while he was searching the ways for the key. Let´s go to your car, I said. He had already searched the car but did it anyway. And there, in a hidden and unsuspected place was the key.
Isn´t it strange, I thought later on, how all of this happened? I could have ignored the Lady and her problem...How could I help anyway? But for some reason I didn´t. May be because I´ve made the experience of finding something with God´s help before. I guess that was it. I trusted His gift in me. Then accidently I happened to run into the son and we found the key in his car. I was a blessing to someone today. Happy and amazed at the same time I say: Thank you Lord!