I wanted to share this miracle with you that recently happened to me.
Without even hesitating I know that this was a miracle from God, even if it’s a little one.
Okay, let’s get started. So two weeks ago, I had went to a hotel with one of my best friends, Brooklynn, after a volleyball tournament that we played in.
On our way to the hotel, we decided to stop at Target, because…well…who doesn’t like shopping at Target?
Now, before the volleyball game, my dad had given me $30 to use for treats and shopping. Once we got to Target, I put my 30 bucks in my pocket.
Brooklynn’s mom told us to meet her back at the entrance in about thirty minutes, and then headed off shopping with her husband.
Brooklynn and I headed straight for the craft section, hoping to find some glue so we could make (more) slime. Sadly, there wasn’t any.
So we wandered around the store, and then we found squishies! (In case you don’t know what squishies are, they’re basically memory foam that has color to it that you can buy).
We sat down by the squishies and squished them until our hands hurt.
I decided to buy a squishie that looked like vanilla cake with light pink frosting and three cherries on top. Brooklynn decided to buy a soft panda squishie.
Then we headed back to the entrance and got in line with her mom and dad to buy our things.
Here is the suspense.
While we waited in line to purchase our stuff, I slipped my hand in my pocket to grab my money. I was grabbing air.
Uneasiness spread over me.
I quickly checked my other pocket.
I checked all of my other pockets, and trust me, I have a lot of pockets on my coat. I have pockets on my sleeve, I have pockets on the inside, and I have pockets on each side of my coat. Still, my money wasn’t anywhere to be found. I started panicking.
I looked over at Brooklynn.
“Brooklynn,” I whispered.
“What?” she asked.
“I can’t find my money,” I said. I told her parents too.
Her dad checked all my pockets. He didn’t find anything either.
“You and Brooklynn, retrace your steps,” he told Brooklynn and I.
So we did. We checked the squishie section. We checked the craft section. We even retraced our steps to where we were spying on Brooklynn’s dad. We didn’t find my money!
I felt sick.
“I’m in trouble. I’m in big trouble,” I mumbled to myself. (Because this isn’t the first time I’ve lost my money!)
I wasn’t worried about losing 30 bucks. I was worried about what my dad would say. If he found out that I had lost the 30 bucks that he gave me, he would be super mad. He would ground me. He would lecture me. He would be disappointed in me. He would be angry with me. If it was my 30 bucks, I wouldn’t feel like I was about to toss some cookies. I mean, it would suck, but Dad would back off more.
“I feel sick,” I said to Brooklynn. Brooklynn looked up at me.
“Can’t you just explain that you made a mistake and say you’re sorry?” she asked.
“No,” I said, sullenly. All the hope of finding the money drained from me.
I took my coat off.
I checked one of the pockets for the last time…and out fell the 30 bucks!
“Brooklynn!” I gasped.
“What?!” she asked.
“My money! I found it!”
Brooklynn and I ran back to her parents. I happily showed them the money, we all bought our things, and lived happily ever after.
I honestly think that God Himself put my money back in my pocket. Because we all checked my pockets and it was not there. And then, it was.
I will never forget that sweet Target miracle.
Stay sweet, Ella.