Returning to Dunkin' Donuts

Faith & Inspiration

I was not overly alarmed when my handbag was not on the kitchen counter this morning. Sometimes I absentmindedly leave it in the trunk of the car after my cemetery walk. So I nonchalantly went outside and popped the trunk-and no handbag. The same scene flashed through my mind as would yours: credit cards, driver's license, checkbook, assorted supermarket membership cards, and five $1 bills.

I sent up a panicky one-word prayer and told my son my plight. I sought help retracing my steps of yesterday. I woke my daughter and asked if she noticed whether I had my bag when I picked her up after my time at Dunkin' Donuts. She was too groggy to process the question, let alone answer it.

Finally, I sat down on the steps, in the presence of my son, and prayed in earnest. I asked the Lord to help me, and to teach me what He wanted me to learn from this, including humility. (My son had had a fender-bender three days earlier, and I was feeling like I had "hand" in the relationship.) Then I took off to the doughnut shop, where I had gone to read the Bible yesterday, where I had met a stranger, and from whence I had left in haste to pick up my daughter.

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Here is the main thing I want to tell you: On the drive to Dunkin' Donuts, in the sharp lucidity of urgency that dispels all dilettantish and pedantic inclinations, I was hoping to God that whoever found my handbag was a person of traditional morality. I remembered the saying: "If you invite to dinner a person who does not have traditional morality, be sure to count the silverware afterward."

I was hoping that the finder of my beautiful shrunken-cloth woven bag, which had been a gift from a woman at the last retreat I spoke at, did not belong to the "finders-keepers" school of ethics. I thought about my own susceptibilities to "non-traditional" thinking-that is, to Satan's attractive facsimiles of righteousness, and oh-so-slight bending of uprightness. May I never again depart from the perfect rectitude of the perfect Word.

I got to Dunkin' Donuts and it was busy so I had to wait. I spoke to the cashier, whom I recognized from yesterday. He went to the back room and reappeared with my handbag. There was nothing missing from it.

Andrée Seu
Andrée Seu

Andrée is the author of three books: Won't Let You Go Unless You Bless Me, Normal Kingdom Business, and We Shall Have Spring Again.


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