Faith in man's integrity: a treasure

In preparation for our recent move, my husband and I decided it was time to let go of some of our belongings. Among them were a few family treasures which we just would not have a place for in our new home, but which our children said they would be delighted to have. The little round table in my office, made for me many years ago by a family member who is no longer with us, would go to one of our sons in a distant state.

I needed to take the table home for my husband to pack for shipment, so I brought it out on the loading dock in back of our building and left it under the purview of the security guard while I went after my car. When I got back a minute or two later, the table was gone. The security guard had been distracted for a moment and had not seen anyone take it. While he searched the grounds and the building, I went back to my office to pray.

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