There's a psalm verse that refers to the capture of the ark by the Philistines and its recovery by the Israelites. ‘Look, we heard it was at Ephrata, we found it at Fields of the Forest [Kiriath Jearim]. Let us go where He is waiting and worship at His footstool. (Psalm 132, Day 28)
Many years ago, when I was attending a small Episcopal church, it so happened that a thief had broken into the church one night and carried off the priest’s pectoral cross, and the silver chalice and other ceremonial objects that are used in the communion service, leaving nothing behind. This happened perhaps on a Sunday or Monday night. The word of this calamity was passed along to the members of our small, inner city congregation, and we all started praying for the return of these items so that we could have the service the following Sunday.
Well, as I prayed using the Psalms on the thirty day cycle, which means, I pray the psalms assigned for the day of the month, to which I also add my petitions, I started praying for the return of the stolen sacramentals. On the day of the month that Psalm 132 falls, I prayed this psalm and added my petitions to it, aware of the fact that the theme of this psalm was similar to our unhappy circumstances. By that evening, I received a call telling us what happened that day.
The woman told the priest her story, and where she was living, and he went right over there and retrieved them. Only one item was not in the box—his pectoral cross (that's the one a priest wears around his neck during the services).
The woman found these items at approximately the same time in the morning that I was praying Psalm 132. That memory has never been erased, but continues fresh till today. That's one example from my unwritten ‘prayer journal.’