Last monday I was walking from where I parked my car to the BART station (SF's version of a subway). I was at the front door when I noticed I dropped my ticket... with $32.00 worth of rides on it. I figured that dropping a BART ticket close to a BART station was equivalent of losing cash. But I backtracked to look for the ticket anyhow. (It would be a 10 minute walk back to my car.) I had walked about 3 minutes of it when a man walked up to me and said, "excuse me. Did you drop a BART ticket?" I said yes and he handed it to me. I was amazed. Just then the Lord spoke to me and said, "See, I watch our for My own!" Talk about God taking good care of us!