As pertaining to my last post, God’s been proving himself fairly regularly:
Friday night I went to rent movies for myself after dropping my roommate off at the airport. It was apprx. 7:45 pm that I got home from the excursion. I talked to Mark and Jes on the phone, roasted some vegetables, and settled into my little evening — not leaving the house the rest of the night. The next morning, Saturday, I woke up at a reasonable hour, did laundry, cleaned house, did some reading, watched some Discovery channel, and chilled out. At 1:15 I decided to quit being domesticated and go for a work out. I was going to treat myself and buy a Booster Juice on the way home, so I thought “I should make sure I have my sticker card in my wallet.” I went to check my wallet and the wallet was not in my purse. So naturally I figured I left it in the car, so I started walking outside over to the car, not too stressed. From our pathway I noticed something kinda of half near my car – half in the middle of the road… my WALLET. So I scream-ran over to it and lo and behold, nothing was taken from it. My cards, cash, license, important phone numbers, everything remained intact. I could not believe it. I don’t necessarily live in a sketchy neighbourhood, but I wouldn’t say it is the safest by Victoria standards…definitely if a wallet is strewn across the road, one of my lovely neighbours should’ve surely went and got the goods. But NO! Wow hey? I’ve been watching my visa account on the hour, just to be sure, but the only thing I am miffed about is that it poured rain, so my whole wallet/stuff is sopping wet. Can you believe it? AMAZING.
And to be thankful, I decided to pass on the Booster Juice [because I didn’t really need to spend $6 there] and still had a stellar work out.
Here is everything as it dries, courtesy of my camera phone — excuse the lame-os-ity once more: