Sunday I went to the coat rack after church and found that my long, black dress coat was gone. I thought, “What the heck?!? Somebody at church stole my coat!” I walked out to the car wondering what to do. Then I said a quick prayer that whoever took it would realize their mistake and return it to the rack. I was getting a little frantic all afternoon because it’s the only nice coat I have to wear with dresses and it would cost a lot to replace. Scott and I went back to the church at 5:00 and there it was on the rack. Yay! I was so grateful to have my coat back. Thanks to whoever returned it. It was a tender mercy.
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