The Lord

is apparently quite forgiving. Or he has a wicked sense of humor.

I just found my keys.

In my work bag. In a pocket I don't think I knew it had.

God either wants me to pay more attention to the world around me. Or He just wanted to watch crawl around in the slush on my hands and knees because it would be pretty funny.

Either way, I'm glad he pointed them out to me before my dear wife arrived here with the spare set.