It was just a wallet.

Brown leather with about a hundred bucks in it and a driver’s permit.

But, it wasn’t just any wallet.

It had been handed down to my oldest by his dad from his dad who was no longer living. It was actually the last wallet he ever used.

And, it was lost.

After a busy week and a long ride to a high school football game it was now missing.

My son asked me if I had seen it and frantically searched everywhere for the wallet, but with no luck.

My husband looked. I looked. We all looked. Every. Where. With. No. Luck.

Several days passed and honestly, I had not really worried about it as much as they had.

Until one night.

I had been sick. A yucky viral something that had landed me in the bed after a week of limping around with knee issues. Yes, my plate had been a bit full and my mind preoccupied, but for some reason, I woke up in the middle of the night and the wallet was my first thought.

As I tossed and turned, unable to sleep, I realized how little time I had actually given to this missing wallet.

Under normal circumstances I would have emailed our coach, called the bus company the team traveled on, sent an email to parents or done just about anything to find it aside from calling in our own private investigator.

I felt like such a bad mom!

As I lay there, I also realized that I really had not spent time praying much about it either.

So I did.

I asked God to reveal the whereabouts of the wallet. To find it and return it. To help do what we could not.

And, finally I drifted off to sleep.

The next few days I thought little of the wallet.

Until.

On Friday, a text came through my phone asking a “crazy, random question, but did your son lose his wallet on the bus to the game on Friday?”

The prayer I prayed came rushing back to me and I almost cried.

I also remembered my quiet time that morning as I prayed and cried out to God over many other things.

And, the red bird I encountered during my prayers.

As I replied, “YES!” to the text, I was overwhelmed once again.

And, after a few more texts and a few more plans, the wallet was to be returned on Saturday morning to one of our administrators.

I was flabbergasted and amazed and overwhelmed.

Teary-eyed a bit, too.

I KNOW God can work miracles, but I confess, I forget.

I forget how much we really matter to Him.

I forget how much He cares about every little thing we care about.

I forget to pray first.

I forget how powerful prayer really is.

And, I forget how He longs for us to simply seek Him first.

In. Every. Little. Thing.

Yes, this lost wallet reminded me that the God we serve today is still in the miracle business.

Big or small.

I recently read the book of Isaiah and the verses below really hit me.

“For you have forgotten the God of your salvation, and you have failed to remember the rock of your strength…” Isaiah 12:10

Sometimes in this big, busy, crazy world we do life in, we simply forget God.

And, all the perfectly faithful ways He has cared for us in the past.

Of course I don’t mean we forget and never think of God, but rather that He is not always our first thought.

Our first go-to. Our first option. Our first reason. Our first love.

I am reminded of Jesus as He celebrated the Last Supper with the disciples and He encouraged them saying, “…do this in remembrance of me.”

Remember me.

To simply ‘remember God’ is one of the most powerful, wonderful ways to honor Him.

Remembering who He is, what He has done and what He promises to those who love Him.

The next time you need a miracle – big or small – why not start with remembering?

“But, first, remember, remember, remember…” ~ C.S. Lewis

Or, the next time you do any little thing, just remember God.

When I remember God’s faithfulness in my life, it always leads to thanksgiving which always leads to praise which always leads me closer to Him.

What a blessing.

There will never be any thing greater than being close to God.

Ever.

And, that is the true miracle.