Muffaletta miracle

Hey guys, missed ya'll! I just had to pop in and share a pretty incredible story involving a sandwich and prayer! So hang on tight, this is a good one.... We got to New Orleans and enjoyed every inch, its truly one of my favorite cities between the food, music, and people. I think Gideon played music with every street performer and we even heard some of their stories. Our last day there we decided to end with a bang by chowing down on their famous muffaletta sandwiches (bascially an italian coldcut sandwich with olive spread-its really something). In the midst of my muffaletta high I left my wallet there and didn't realize it until we were back in Texas two days later! Not the worst thing in the world except we were catching a flight to North Dakota for a wedding in three days and all my identification was in that wallet. The owner of the shop graciously sent it to us priority and the day came to leave for the airport and well, NO Wallet. Our knees never saw such action in prayer because it was a continuous plea of, "Lord we need a miracle and we know only You can." We headed to the post office and waited as they sorted through every box and an hour later my wallet was found and we made it to the airport in the knick of time. I love when God leaves me speechless like that, He really is so good.