I lost the necklace that my mom bought for me while in Ireland. It was one of my favorite things and one of my saddest losses.
Randomly today, while in Washington, Heather walked into my room, at on my bed, and picked something up. "Hey, Caitlin, here's your necklace." I looked up from the journal entry I was writing to see what she was referring to. "OH MY GOODNESS!" I couldn't believe it--my Celtic cross! I was in awe that I found my necklace in Washington, on the opposite coast of where I lost it.
I was thanking Jesus a lot. And I also put it on right away. :)
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