I got out of the Grab (Asian version of Uber). I went up to the prayer room at PENHOP with Steph to meet our friends and spend some time in prayer and worship. I reached into my backpack and it was gone. My wallet, my cash, my cards, all gone.
It fell on the floorboard in the backseat of the Grab.
Rewind. It was Friday. We had just finished up Firez Camp in Penang, Malaysia. A weekend retreat for teens to teach them about Jesus and all that he has for them. To build relationships and love big and hard. It was really the time I thrived the most there. It felt like a Young Life retreat and it was actually the best. The retreat had gotten me SO fired up and seeing the fruit throughout the weekend was incredible. God did so much over that retreat, it was amazing.
When we were leaving, a few of us decided to go to PENHOP, meet with some squadmates from another team, and go to see Aquaman after word.
When leaving to go to PENHOP, we got a Grab. We talked with our driver and laughed and it was a great time. However, I didn’t zip my pocket on my backpack all the way, and my wallet completely fell out onto the floor board.
As soon as I realized it was gone, I was in a panic. I tried to call the Grab driver, but the app wouldn’t let me. I called the actual company, and they said all I could do was file a claim online.
So I did. Three times. Because I was afraid I left too many details out.
I talked with Steph and we prayed. Hard. That it would turn up. We went back in and sat in worship. I felt a peace come over me, and when we got up to leave, I had peace that somehow, it would turn up. (And if it didn’t, I could call the bank in the morning, it was less than $20 of cash, and I still had my passport at the house)
We went to the movie and by the time it got out…my wallet had more than been found.
Our ministry host had sent me two emails, and the guy who worked at PENHOP had reached out to two mutual friends via Facebook, as well as sent me a message on Facebook. My wallet was found. Praise the Lord. But was it all there?
I didn’t even really care. I was just glad it was found.
I couldn’t pick it up until Monday, and my teammates and the team we were with were kind enough to spot me in the mean time. Including for coffee and smoothie bowls (you guys are ACTUALLY the best for that, still, six months later).
Monday I met the guy to pick it up. You know how I said we prayed hard?
EVERYTHING WAS THERE IN MY WALLET.
Even the cash. All of it. Cards, state ID, cash, everything.
That, my friends, is a good God. It wasn’t just luck. It was God saying, “Hey, you might not have been paying attention, but it’s okay. I got you.”
