When Betty Prayed

It was the day I was at the park with my camera, looking to capture some of the last of the Fall. My H and I had walked just a short ways past the bench, when we met up with a middle aged man coming toward us. I commented on the tiny dog he had tucked into his jacket, but surprisingly he did not want to talk about his dog; he was on a mission, checking out the ground along the path. He told us his special lady (up ahead of us) had just lost a very expensive diamond which he had given her two weeks ago.

I hardly knew what to say! How could anyone find something so tiny on a pathway in the park . . . a stretch of maybe 1/4 mile had gone by before she noticed it missing. We caught up with the distraught lady talking to some more strangers, also looking. She showed us the empty basket setting on her new ring and we talked about practical stuff such as insurance and going back to the retailer, when all of a sudden . . . oh ye of little faith . . . the man with the dog, joined by another couple, came calling his lady - his hand outstretched!

It was a miracle we had come to witness! We all watched the joyful exchange and then the lady who had found the diamond said, "I prayed in the Name of Jesus and He showed me where it was. We need to give thanks to Him!" Her sincere mannerism was such that it took for granted everyone would feel the same! We all pulled together in a circle in the middle of the path and Betty thanked the Lord Jesus for showing her where the diamond was and not just that, but providing a way of salvation for us. It was an experience I will not forget!

There are two things that come to my mind as I think about this story. The initial feeling of finding the diamond reminds me of some of the parables Jesus told - stories comparing the joy of finding something that was lost, to the joy felt by the angels in heaven when a lost soul is found.  The delight we witnessed on the faces of these strangers, was something that made us feel like family!  The grateful lady wanted to invite us all for dinner and celebrate - it was joy spilling over!  The second thing that hit home with me was that, although Betty and I love the same God, somehow she thought to pray and I did not. And I wonder how many times have I missed out on something wonderful because I did not even ask.