Miracle of the car keys

Monday we went to the tourist market to get a nativity scene made of beads. When we returned home I was on a call with a missionary so mom dropped me off.  She went up to our room but the maids were still cleaning so she sat on a couch by the elevator. I came up and we were waiting for the maids to finish when an elderly man got off the elevator with groceries. We helped him and came back to get our things and went into our room.  We set up some of the other nativity scenes we got last week and invited the other missionary couples to come and choose one.  The kitchen table was a mess with figurines and wrapping paper.  We cleaned up after and went to bed. The next day we went to get the car keys and they were no where to be found.  We searched the garbage.  We argued as to whether I brought them in from the couch or if Peg did.  We talked to the old man and the missionary couples that were here. I went to the front desk and asked if anyone had turned in a set of keys.  We scoured our apartment.  No keys.  We said a desperate prayer.  Wednesday after several additional prayers Peg picked up a bag she hadn't used for over a week.  A bag I had turned inside out the day before looking for the keys.  Guess what fell out?  The car keys.  This was not a bag either one of us would have put the keys in.  It was way out of the way behind our couch.  We have no explanation as to how they got there other than a loving Heavenly Father.  We are grateful.

Greg

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