135 Lost Wallets

Sometimes I feel like a toddler the way God looks after me.  I ought to be less worried when my absent mindedness gets the best of me.  I recently dropped my wallet beside the road as I stopped to take off my motorcycle jacket.  Several miles down the road I realized my mistake and hauled my bacon back to the spot I stopped.  It was gone.  My wallet, where I was positive I must have dropped it, had been picked up.  I prayed and simply enjoyed the morning imagining what reasons God had me sitting on this curb calling credit card companies.  Although penniless, I eventually made it home.  As I recounted the harrowing tale to my wife, I bragged how unusual the situation was.  I normally was a conscientious poster child and I just knew that there must be some master plan because of the rarity of such an occurrence.  My wife quickly reminded me of the several other times I had lost my wallet, as well as the several times God brought it back to me.  At this deflating reminder it became clear to me that we humans are ridiculous.  I wonder how often God goes ahead and behind us.  Cleaning up our messes, guiding us away from blunder.  I wish I could hold a higher and more esteemed view of humanity, but I suspect that God thinks we're cute in spite of ourselves.  By the way, someone found my wallet and sent it back to me.