The Purse
A while back my purse was stolen at a local fast food restaurant. My husband had picked me up at work and I had laid my purse down on the
floor in the restaurant and forgot it when we left. When I realized what I had done I immediately called the restaurant but to no avail…the purse was gone, along with my debit card, driver’s license, and of all things…my IFI badge! How ironic was that!Before I could make the call to my bank the thieves had already charged almost $1,000 on my debit card! Needless to say I was upset, but was not about to let the incident ruin my day. I made all the calls necessary and reported the incident to the police.
The day my purse was stolen was the day my friend Rita and I go to Wrightsville to volunteer (each Thursday from 7:30-10pm). On the way out to Wrightsville I told my friend about what had happened. Rita thought it would be a good idea to share my story with the ladies as many of them are serving time for stealing and it would be a good opportunity to let them see how this act affects the victim and I agreed.

When I walked into the IFI room one of the ladies approached me before I could say a word and asked me if there was something wrong. I said yes and that I would share later with all of them. She took me aside and prayed for me right then and there not even knowing what was wrong. I was very touched by her insight and concern.
Before our lesson began Rita asked if I wanted to share or if she should share so I could cry. I told her I was over the crying, and that it was just a purse and everything could be replaced…but to go ahead. Rita began sharing my story and before long I felt a hand on my shoulder…one of the ladies had come to comfort me. Then I felt another hand, then another…and before I knew what was happening I was surrounded by all the ladies in IFI…all in white and all singing a song to comfort me! They kept singing and as they did I made a point to look around at each woman in that circle and I saw tears streaming down their faces…even on the faces of the most hardened women who normally show little emotion during our visits. I was so touched…and in that moment I saw a glimpse of what heaven must be like…being surrounded by angels in white comforting me with their heavenly song…

THEN I began to cry…not about my purse but because I was so touched by these special ladies who were there to comfort me in my time of need. Wasn’t that the reason I was there for them? I shall never forget that moment.
After the song was over I was approached by one of the ladies who told me that stealing purses is what she used to do and that she was so sorry as she rubbed my arm and I thought…what God can do with just a purse…
God is great ALL the time!