When I lost my AirPods case

My AirPods case wasn’t in my pocket. I’d been on a walk through Centennial Park in Seattle and had been chatting on the phone using my AirPods. But when I went to put them away after the call, the case wasn’t there. I retraced my steps from my three-mile walk and searched my car, but I couldn’t find the case anywhere. I was annoyed with myself for losing it, especially since it was expensive and new, and my AirPods would quickly be useless without it—I now had no way to charge them. 

I called my mom to vent. She listened to my frustrations, then tried to help me calm down by sharing some ideas that I could pray with. While I don’t remember the specifics, I know these ideas related to what I had learned growing up in Christian Science Sunday School about God’s goodness and guidance. Although these ideas helped me feel a little better, I admit that I didn’t really want to hear them. I wanted her to commiserate with me! 

I didn’t want to pray about this; I just wanted my AirPods case back.