I dropped my purse in a shop on Saturday, only realising when I went to pay for my goods that I didn’t have it. I thought I’d left it somewhere else but while I was on my way to look another customer came running after me to say that she had found it.
Which reminded me of the last time I lost my purse (this a regular occurrence for me) on a train to London the night before I left on holiday this summer. Thankfully I was able to cancel my cards quickly and was holidaying with generous friends so it wasn’t such a bad thing.
It was only when I returned home a couple of weeks later that I discovered that not only had someone kindly picked up my purse, she had tried to cancel my cards for me (around the same time as I was cancelling them myself) and left her phone number with my bank so that I could make contact with her to have my purse returned.
When I didn’t get in touch she googled my name and emailed me to let me know the purse was in safe hands and asking how she could send it back to me. I couldn’t believe that she went to so much time and effort to track me down, to be so kind to someone she did not know.
Time, effort, undeserved kindness, even love… the marks of the One who keeps looking for me, again and again.