A couple of weeks ago, Ole Boy locked not one, but both sets of keys in his truck. We tried for about 20 minutes to break into it with a hanger…no luck. He thought he may have another key to the truck in his filing cabinet, but the keys to the cabinet were locked in the truck.
When he went inside to see if he could get into the filing cabinet, I asked God to help us get into the truck. I expected God to make the hanger work…
When Ole Boy came back, he had a set of keys in his hand, and told me that he’d left the filing cabinet unlocked. And he told me that he knew the key to the truck wasn’t on that ring. He looked through the keys and found one that was not a door key. He stuck it in the door and gave it a wiggle. The locked popped up. He got his keys out of the truck, and just looked at me.
I said, “Bring that key over here and let me try it on this door.” I couldn’t even get it to go in the lock. He went back to the other side and he couldn’t get the key in that lock, either.