We had not known where our parachute was since sometime last year. We thought maybe we took it to the beach, but truly we were not 100% on that either.

I’d been thinking a lot about it this summer. I asked God to help me remember who I had lent it to. Nothing.

Yesterday I prayed that God would help me find it if it was lost.

Today, I did not think about it once. Then as I was hanging laundry and needing hangers I opened the rarely used front closet and reached for an apparently empty hanger. But it was heavy. There was something attached. A nylon bag.

With a parachute.