Hearing aids cost thousands, but they sure are tiny. I didn’t even realize mine was missing until a phone conversation with my sister in California. I found myself switching the phone from one ear to the other, struggling to hear. How annoying.
“Love ya, but I must go find my hearing aid, okay?” I told my sister. I hadn’t even bought insurance on it!
Around the toilet, under the pillows, inside every nook and cranny, along every single cabinet. That creamy-colored, almond-shaped thing was definitely not in the house.
Mentally, I retraced my steps around town. Exercise class. Women’s meeting at my friend Mary’s house. The post office. The Performing Arts Center. I didn’t recall having trouble hearing at any of those places, so I didn’t bother with calling.
What else to do but pray? Oh, how I prayed. A favorite Bible verse came to mind. “I cried to the Lord and he heard and answered my prayer,” I said. I said it out loud, to the cat, to the house, to the heavens above.
I woke the next morning to a clear voice in my head: Call Mary. I didn’t need my hearing aid to hear it. I had to give it a try.
“I’d be glad to look around,” Mary said. Ten minutes later, she called me back. “It was right by my front door, but I never would have noticed it if you hadn’t called.”
God heard my prayer to find my hearing aid, and angels made sure I heard his answer loud and clear.
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