| As we walked on toward the parking garage, we decided to cross the busy street at a crosswalk, and continue on down the hill. Just after crossing the street, my friend looked down, and a moment later I saw him stoop and pick something up. To my amazement it was a parking ticket. I said to my friend, “It can’t be ours.” But it was ours! As we stood there amazed, we looked around, and realized that an hour or more before we had stopped at that very spot to take a picture with his phone, and that it was then that the parking ticket had fallen to the ground. In the meantime hundreds of people has passed by, and the Lord had kept the ticket safe, allowing us to return to that very place, look down and find the lost item. |