I am going to risk telling you a story. After you read what I write you will have two choices, either to believe me or not to believe me. That is the risk I am willing to take.
On May 21, I went to pick up a prescription at the drug store and used my debit card to pay for it. I left the pharmacy drove to another store to make a quick purchase only to find that my debit card was missing. I checked through my purse and my pockets and thought I either left it in the machine at the pharmacy or dropped it somewhere en route between stores.
After pursuing both possibilities and realizing it was too late to go to the bank I returned home planning to contact the bank in the morning. However, coincidently I received a phone call to say that suspicious activity had occurred with my Amazon Account. Needless to say, I panicked and stopped payment immediately on my debit card.
I was able to get a new debit card in the morning and was assured that no money had been taken from my account. Now here is the risky part of my story. On July 7, I took my car to the dealer to be serviced; I reached into my purse, pulled out my debit card to pay and it was rejecting payment.
I tried it twice with no luck. And so I reached into my purse to pay with an emergency Mastercard and there was my new debit card right beside it. I had been trying to pay with the cancelled card that I was carrying around invisible in my purse.
My challenge was searching for the lesson I was to learn which was very clear for me. I carried something invisible in my purse but you and I carry the invisible God in our person at all times. Our eyes can be held from seeing.
At exposition of the Blessed Sacrament, my eyes are held from seeing the invisible God. I risked telling you my story but living my story has given a boost to my faith may it also touch your faith. Believe me.
-Sister Elaine Cole, CSJ