My dad saved the day, who found it for me back at the home in San Jose. I think that if I hadn't lost it, I wouldn't have been able to have that sweet moment on the phone with my dad, whom I hadn't really talked to yet about the trip. My parents are not believers, and we've all been through a lot in our family in dealing with me becoming Christian instead of following my parents' religion of Hinduism. Knowing that both my mother and father are somewhat excited for my upcoming trip (instead of the reactions they would give in the past to my living out my Christian faith) is something that I'm blown away and absolutely blessed by.
It's funny how God gave me the personality He did, and brings everything back to His good purpose. I am forgetful. I'm not the best trip planner. I was rather afraid of telling my dad that I was going on a trip to Scotland (and paying a decent amount of money for it) to tell people about Jesus, instead of saving up for a new car.
In my forgetfulness, I misplace my passport. My dad, of all people, finds it. We start talking about the Scotland trip. I face my fear and find out his reaction wasn't adverse as I thought it would be. I'm quite humbled as I realize God has taken him a long way and that I hadn't truly been faithful in expecting God to change his heart. This was the opportunity God orchestrated for me to gently realize it.
Our God is good. So good.
God bless you friends, Shruti
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