At the end of a weekend away I began packing the car in preparation for the trip home. I took one load outside and realized that I the trunk had not opened even though I had pressed the trunk release button from inside the house.
I left the load by the car and went back in to retrieve my keys. While I was there I picked up another load and headed back to the car.
I put the second load by the trunk and pressed the trunk release button. I loaded both the first and second load into the trunk and went to shut the trunk. Something stopped me. I made the deliberate decision to make sure I had my keys in my hand before I closed the trunk.
The keys weren't in my hand. The keys weren't in my pocket. I checked the ground around the car--no keys. Again, I started to close the trunk, but something stopped me.
I left the trunk open and headed back into the house to see if I had left the keys there. About halfway to the house, I turned around and headed back to the car. I looked in the trunk. Still no keys. I couldn't imagine where they could be, but I knew I needed those keys in my hand before I closed that trunk.
At the top of one of the bags that had been loaded in the trunk laid my keys. I picked up the keys and all I could say was thank you time and time again. I didn't want to even think about what the chain of events would have been had I closed that trunk before I had those keys in my hand.
It wasn't something that stopped me; it was Someone. God was reminding me to always be in the moment and to live consciously.
God, it is easy to be preoccupied and be thinking of other things--in the past, in the future, people and places far away in time or distance. Thank you for reminding me to consciously live in the moment.