On Saturday, June 18, I went to Walmart to pick up some stuff for dinner, like most people do. In the rush to get home, I put my kids and groceries in the car and drove away. As I pulled into my driveway in Payson, I realized that I didn't have my purse. I quickly backtracked my steps in my mind, realizing it must have been left in the cart when I put it into the corral. I quickly drove back to Walmart, calling ahead to see if someone had turned it in, but sure enough it had not. As I pulled into Walmart parking lot, I drove to the corral that I had parked by, the corral that I had placed my cart in, and you guessed it, no purse.
In the 30 minutes it took me to drive home and drive back, someone had taken my purse, my debit card, my driver's license and my personal stuff. I am not so much worried about the actual purse, as I am my personal information that I, like most women, kept in my purse.
I have always tried to see the best in people and whenever I or my husband and children find something that did not belong to us, we make every effort to find the owner, believing that if we ever lost something, people would do the same for us.
I am a follower of Jesus Christ and He says in Luke 6:29-30: "To him who strikes you on the one cheek, offer the other also. And from him who takes away your cloak, do not withhold your tunic either. Give to everyone who asks of you. And from him who takes away your goods do not ask them back." I could not call myself a follower of Jesus if I don't do as He says. Therefore, the point of this letter is to say to whoever thought they needed my purse: Enjoy. I will be, however, praying the Holy Spirit convicts you, and that you may repent and be saved.