Over this past weekend, I went to Chicago with the Utah marching band. We flew out on Friday, and spent Friday night in downtown Chicago, then woke up bright and early the next morning to go play at the Utah vs. Notre Dame football game. Don't mention that game. I don't want to talk about it. Actually, I do want to publically thank the Notre Dame students, faculty, and fans. I have never in all my marching band career felt so incredibly welcomed at an opposing school. They are a good Christian people. The live their faith, and it was an absolutely amazing experience! Thank you! Anyway, back on track:
Saturday night we returned to Chicago. We had the option of staying at and around the hotel or returning downtown. I opted for downtown because I had absolutely no idea if I was ever going to make it back there again.
My good friend and I got off the bus and started walking. We had both spent the majority of our money the night before, so we weren't planning on spending much if anything. However, if you are ever in a strange place, it is good to have your wallet on you for your photo ID and emergency cash. My wallet was in the pocket of my jacket, which I very unintelligently forgot to zip. My bad. We went to a restaurant with a group of our other friends, but neither of us were planning on eating, so when we were two seats short at our table, we were glad to give up our seats for our comrades.
I really wanted to go look in that two story McDonald's across the street from where we were, so we went and had a peak in. I was in the middle of considering buying an extremely delicious looking muffin when I realized I would be unable to purchase anything becaue I did not have my wallet.
We(and by we I mean she) immediatel sent a text to one of our friends back at the restaurant asking if the wallet had been left at the table. They promptly responded telling us that no one had seen it at all. We were rather afraid that maybe I had been pick pocketed and had failed to notice bumping into someone. I was kind of really freaking out.
The one consolation was that the ID that was currently in my wallet was my Utah state ID card, not my drivers license. My license was safely back at my hotel. As that thought was running through my mind, another thought came that maybe I should check at the restaurant myself. We crossed the street again and went inside.
There was no luck at the table at all, but this particular restaurant had a souvenir shop on the main floor which was below the dining room. We walked around the shop looking near everything I had been near. We were about to give up. We were headed to the door when we decided to ask two of the employees if they had seen it. They were in the middle of trying to figure out how to call it over the intercom without describing the wallet when we asked. When they handed it to me, I put it in my jacket pocket and promptly zipped the pocket closed.
Sometimes we may be so stubborn that we are not able to hear or feel when the Lord wants to tell us that He loves us. Sometimes, as in this case, I believe we just need to be gripped by the shoulders and told. It was, all in all, a very good experience for me, and I am so grateful for the several wonderful ways in which the Lord expresses His love.
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