I lost my keys today. Well, just for a little bit. First time ever that I’ve done that. (You know besides the whole “where’d I put my keys again?” kind of moments.)
A co-worker told me about a deal at The Gap today. If you mention that you want 40% off, they’ll give it to you. On everything in the store. It was a today and today only kind of thing (tomorrow is 30%). I just happened to be 1) in the market for a new dress and 2) in possession of $100 in gift certificates to the The Gap. So I made my way over there on my lunch hour. Just to check it out.
Didn’t find a dress. But did find a skirt. So I bought it. I got half way out of the mall and realized that I didn’t know where my keys were. Checked the fitting room. Wasn’t there. Checked mall security. Wasn’t there. Checked with The Gap cashier. Wasn’t there. Checked the car. Wasn’t there. Retraced my steps. Not there either. Long story short, couldn’t find them.
On my second trip into The Gap, I ran into my cousin, Kelli and her boyfriend, Jaan. They offered to give me a ride back to work. Jeff could pick up the spare set of keys after work and come pick me up. Total God thing that they were there shopping too – don’t think I don’t know that.
So, I call Jeff to let him know and go back to work. Totally bummed. Many thoughts run through my head.
- What if we can’t find them?
- Should I get the locks changed on the house?
- What if someone breaks into the house?
- Should I get the locks changed on the garage?
- How do I get a new remote key for my car? Can you even do that?
- What if my car gets stolen? Someone will have the keys.
Never one though did I worry that Jeff would yell at me or berate me. Just not his style. He’s a man who does really well at obeying 1 Peter 3:7 – “You husbands in the same way, live with your wives in an understanding way, as with someone weaker, since she is a woman; and show her honor as a fellow heir of the grace of life, so that your prayers will not be hindered.”
He understood that I didn’t mean to lose them. I didn’t wake up today and say “What can I do to inconvenience Jeff?”. He knew that his getting angry wouldn’t make my keys get found. He ‘got’ that I’d be upset already and his impatient wouldn’t make us relate any better.
Now Jeff isn’t a perfect man. Everyone has their limit before they get angry, but Jeff’s not usually that. There are many ways to “live with your wife in an understanding way”, but today, Jeff demonstrated one of them.
In return, I thanked him. Verbally when he picked me up and when we ate dinner. I also wrote him a note with lipstick on the bathroom mirror. He’ll chuckle. And in a couple of days, I’ll clean it off!
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