A co-worker returned a day late from his honeymoon. Why was he late? He couldn’t find his wallet. He hadn’t seen it for the past five days.

I did mention he was on his honeymoon, yes?

When I heard the reason why he was still absent yesterday I took a fit of giggles thinking of honeymoon antics that don’t require clothing. What man dresses and doesn’t put his wallet in his pocket?

And now, for the rest of the story:
After extending their stay another day and checking every place they could think of, they began the tedious task of notifying credit card and bank, etc. of the loss.

Having exhausted all avenues there, he and his mate returned home. And unpacked. And then they checked the mailbox, possibly concerned at what charges might be laid on their proverbial doorstep (it’s an apartment doorstep, but that doesn’t matter).

His wallet was in the mail. Some honest soul had put it in an envelope and mailed it to the home address. According to the postmark, it had been mailed the same day it was lost and all contents were intact. Bank records confirmed no activity on the account.

More proof (as if I needed any!) that God loves us and wants us to be happy.