Good Samaritan

Last night, I went to the grocery store while Jeremy had some quality daddy time with Madison.  I got all the groceries loaded in my trunk and headed home.  When I got home, Madison was hungry, so I fed her.  Then we were hungry, so we enjoyed our last meal that was brought to us from friends from church - delicious lasagna.  That evening, I put Madison to bed around 8:45 or so and thought, I might just go to bed; I hadn't felt well on Saturday night so I was pretty run down.  I started to gather my things - my little bag that travels up and down the stairs with me, my cell phone.... my cell phone.... I couldn't find my cell phone because it was in my purse and I couldn't find my purse.  The last time I had seen my purse was at Kroger.  I ran out to the car, totally freaking out.  I looked in the front seat, the back seat, and the trunk.  No purse to be found.  I came back in in a complete tizzy.  Jeremy suggested I call Kroger.  I said, Yeah, right, I am pretty sure I left it in the cart outside; who wouldn't take that?  I had A LOT of money in my purse not to mention credit cards and such.  I called Kroger and asked if someone had turned in a purse.  They asked what it looked like.  I described it.  They said they had it.  Jeremy went to pick it up.  And you know what, everything was still in there.  (Well, I am pretty sure... all the big bills were there, so I assume the little bills are there too.)  This is all to say, there are some good people out there still whether it was a bagger from Kroger or some random person.  I feel so lucky... or rather watched over by God :)