When your husband spends twelve hours a day paying attention to every little detail that flies into his radar …
• That car going a little fast for conditions also has an expired tag.
• Is this man who apparently just hit his wife in the jaw telling me the truth?
• Skid marks at the scene of an accident. How long do they measure?
it is too much to ask him to shut that off. In fact, even if I did, Jason probably couldn’t.
Hypervigilance is an occupational gift and hazard for police officers. What helps keep them safe and solves crimes on the job can be a source of tension at home.
So I lost my keys … again.
I do not lose them often. However, several years ago, my entire set of keys and all the grocery store tags went down the toilet at my gym.
You read that right.
I went to the bathroom and hung my keys on the back of the door. I grabbed them (so as not to forget them) before I flushed. In the quickness and the lack of grip, swoosh there they went.
I was dumbfounded. The young woman at the front desk refused to give me a coat hanger, reassuring me the keys were long gone in some unknown sewer. She didn’t know I was married to a police officer.
Jason dutifully came to pick me up at the gym that day. Because he cannot help himself, he asked me a thousand questions with the obvious goal of determining how something like this could happen.
Today was no different.
Only I lost the keys in my house not down an industrial toilet. So, by all rights, they were retrievable.
Before I barely put my glasses on, Jason had opened and shut several cupboards, retraced my steps outside, surveyed the surrounding area where I might have dropped them, and began to bark orders about where I should look.
We shall stop looking and eat. The morning’s coffee had dizzying effects. I figured we could pray and refocus.
I asked God for peace. Humbly I asked Him to show me my error to reveal where the keys are.
As I opened my mouth for my last bite of egg and tater tot, Jason was up out of his seat roaming, but with a purpose.
Anxiety crawled up my neck. My eye twitched.
Then, I remember what I posted just a couple hours ago.
We serve a victorious God!
Walk in the courage of Christ,
Shout praises and rally His angels
Take zero from the enemy and give your ALL to Jesus~
Well, then I shall push forward. Be a doer of the word (James 1:22).
After I cleared all kitchen counters, I set YouTube to play Bethel’s “Raise a Hallelujah” (https://youtu.be/awkO61T6i0k) while I peeled on rubber gloves to dig in yesterday’s garbage. Grateful for the absence of raw meat … the messiest thing I found was coffee grounds.
But no keys.
I humbled myself again to post on Facebook for prayer support, something I do not do very often. I knew I needed help from Him, and I am a firm believer in the power of united prayer (1 Corinthians 1:10).
And I praised my Lord. We are to praise in every circumstance, not just the good ones. We are to sing unto Him our love even if nobody here loves us (Psalm 101:1).
It’s where we get tripped up, don’t we? When we neglect praise, we give satan an opening to whisper this does look hopeless, doesn’t it? or where is your God now?
With conviction and repeated praise, I dumped out laundry baskets and checked the bathroom closet. Two hours of searching. People praying. I had to let go, at least for a bit. I resolved to take a shower.
To be honest, I pray and praise in there too.
So I sang off-key, no pun intended.
“I raise a Hallelujah in the presence of my enemies.
I gather all the angels to help me find my keys.” (I know I am not the only one who makes us songs, right?)
I prayed, “God, if someone stole my keys, would you please convict them and have someone turn the keys into the police? But Lord I don’t think anyone stole them. I ask You to help me find them, show me where they are.”
You may wonder what happened to Jason.
After I was dressed, empty-handed, and at a complete loss as I couldn’t hear anything from God, Jason began to growl. As he growled like a hungry bear after a long winter nap, he rechecked places we both already looked.
Behind the closed bathroom door, he shouts, “I got them.”
God gets all the glory anyway. I asked the keys to be turned over to the police, and they landed in my husband’s off duty hands. Thank you, Jesus.
Were they “stolen”? Was the devil messing in our house today? God’s Word does say the enemy seeks to steal and destroy (John 10:10).
The devil is a thief and a liar but never a winner.
Perhaps I rattled the devil with my warrior posts. Perhaps, because I have 3 more speaking events this month, the devil wants to rattle me.
News flash, satan.
You get zero, and Jesus gets my all.
Our marriage was not wounded in this process either. Some grace, a sense of humor and hugs all around.
The prayer warriors (roughly 25) on Facebook gave me opportunities to approach His throne for them.
Nothing can touch God’s work. Not evil, not death, not loss.
Isn’t it beautiful how a simple story of losing and finding keys can touch so many of His people and bring such glory to His name?
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