Faith

Evan came running home from his friends house this morning to find his Webkins elephant, meas it was essential to some game he and Lucas were playing. It was also essential to find it quickly and get back to Lucas' house, as time for kindergarten was drawing very near.

I tried to help him, as best I could, though I had just gotten out of the shower and looked in a place or two in between stages of getting put together. I was looking around in my room between getting dressed and putting on makeup and I heard Evan should, "YES!" from the playroom. "Did you find it?" I called. "No," he replied, "but I know what to do!" Thinking he'd thought of some brilliant place to look, I walked out to the playroom and found him kneeling in the middle of the room, arms folded and head bowed, praying for help to find his missing Webkin. Not wanting to disturb him, I headed into Dani's room for a look around and he opened one eye and said to me, "This is the right thing to do, right, Mom?" "Yep," I replied, suddenly deciding that rather than telling him he was going to have to forget about it and go play without it, I would now HAVE to make sure he found it! The contrast in the placement of our faith was obvious less than 2 minutes later, when he went right to the location of the webkins pulled it out. "I KNEW it would work!" he shouted and took off for Lucas' house.

And now that I think about it, I seem to remember Heavenly Father being especially good with lost library books back in my own childhood.......