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Lost and Found
We are told in Psalm 91 that there is a Secret Place in the Most High where no harm can reach us. God tucks us safely under
His wing where we are protected from all the raging storms of life.
It is my experience that He will protect not only His children, but anything, no matter how small or insignificant, that we
may take to the Secret Place in Him. If it is something important to us, it is important to Him.
Early in 1960 I chose to go with the trend of having my ears pierced. At about that same time my husband had sold an old car
and decided to spend some of his cash to buy a pair of small diamond stud earrings for my newly pierced ears. They were lovely.
I put them in my jewelry box, thinking they were for special occasions, but a few days later I thought, “That’s foolish. I
should enjoy them and wear them to work.” I was a speech therapist in a public school district and visited two middle schools
daily, changing schools at noontime. I wore them to work the next day and all went well. The second day was a different story.
When I got home after work around 4 p.m. I discovered one earring was missing. My heart skipped a beat. I frantically searched
my clothes, my car, my house… but with no success. I called my last-visited school and after some time finally reached a custodian
and told him of my plight and which room I had used. All he could say was, “Well I’ll keep an eye out for it.” Now the diamond
was small and the gold post was about ½ inch long. A huge commercial dust mop could swallow up such a little gem unnoticed.
The next day I tried to retrace my steps from the parking lot to the classroom and everywhere else I might have been. My gaze
was consistently on the ground. No success. Time to change schools. When I arrived at my next school it was shortly after
noon. Three full classes of 25-30 students had used the room that morning. My turn in using the room was next. I had eight
students in my therapy group who were arriving as I was setting up to show a film. The room was darkened, the students were
seated and as I was walking to the back of the room to turn off the lights, an inner prompting caused me to look down. I froze
in my tracks and as I looked down, there was that little diamond at the tip of my toe twinkling up at me, completely intact.
A spontaneous “Praise the Lord!” came out of my mouth. All eight students came running, asking, “What, what, Mrs. Randels,
tell us what!” That day my students were privileged to hear about how God can put even a little diamond in a Secret Place
to protect it.
Flossie Randels
Dallas, Ore.
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