When my friend Jim called and asked me to pick him up from the auto mechanic, I didn’t realize that God was leading me into a divine appointment. Someone else was supposed to have picked him up but never showed.
When I arrived, Jim was concerned because the envelope containing the money he’d saved for a much-needed repair had disappeared. He had put the envelope with $600 in his pocket before getting into the car. He’d made a stop at a hardware store and then gone to the mechanic’s shop. Hoping that perhaps he had set the envelope down at home without realizing it, he asked me to take him there.
When we reached his house, he rushed in and looked at the kitchen table and in the garage, which were the two most likely places for the lost envelope. When they both turned up empty, he began to retrace his steps around the house, even going into the backyard to check the area around the pool where he had been that morning. I followed him, doing my best to be helpful and silently asking God to reveal the location of the lost money to us.
I suddenly remembered a testimony I had read about people finding lost things. God knows where everything is, and it is His good pleasure to reveal the hidden things to us. I began to stand on that testimony and pull on Heaven. I declared out loud that we would find the money and began to cheer in my mind, come on, Jesus!
After two complete trips through and around the outside of the house, my friend concluded that the money had probably slipped out of his pocket while at the hardware store and was lost for good. He went to his room to change clothes and prepare for work. This was not the outcome I wanted.
I knew that I had only a minute or two left before he reappeared, and then it would be time to leave. I began to be provoked in my spirit. If God didn’t come through here, this would be a significant loss in resources to this family, which would be a theft by the enemy of considerable proportion. I began to yell (in my head) at God, “You can do this! I know You can! Reveal it, Lord.”
As I prayed, I circled the exterior of the property one final time. And there, right in front of me, in the center of the concrete path, a place we had both walked at least twice before, lay a white envelope.
I stooped to pick it up and stared at it dumbfounded. I hugged it to my chest and walked inside to see Jim emerge from his room, discouragement on his face. I walked up to him and presented the envelope.
“Where did you find it?” he asked. When I told him the location, he looked at me with an incredulous expression. “But I walked that path at least two or three times!”
I then explained about the power of the testimony I had read days earlier, which had helped grow the faith needed for this new miracle. As we talked through it, we both became absolutely convinced that there was no way we could have missed seeing the envelope if it had been on the path the whole time. The Lord had placed it there as a result of a bold, violent, faith-filled prayer! Filled with joy at this miracle, we celebrated God’s goodness in our lives.