A Silly Story about Prayer...

As most of you know, we recently moved. When we moved we went through every box, every drawer, every thing! We put it all in a pile, had a garage sale, and what didn't sell went to Goodwill. So, when I realized my Garmin running watch was missing I got really discouraged. I had no idea where it could be. It was such an unsettling feeling. I'm usually really good at knowing where everything is, and putting everything back in its place. Plus, the watch was pretty expensive and I knew it wasn't something I'd be able to replace for some time. So, I prayed. I prayed that I'd be given help to locate it, and it wouldn't be lost only misplaced. After I prayed, I had a pretty good feeling it wasn't lost, which was a huge relief, but I still had no idea where it could be. I prayed multiple times for help to locate it. On my way out the door to run a few weeks ago I got an impression to look up on the shelf in our closet. I knew Mitch had put a bunch of electronics in bins up there, so I figured that must be where it was. I forgot to look when I got home, and then the next time I went running I'd remember I needed to go look up there, forget, etc, etc. Finally last night I needed something else out of the bins, so I got them all down and started to go through them. Nothing. Argh, I was so discouraged. I swear I had a feeling it was up there! I spotted my "Whole Foods" bag with my knitting stuff in it and thought, "Maybe I should look in there", but then quickly thought there was no way it would be in there. I put all the bins back up on the shelf and the bag caught my eye again. What could I lose by checking it out? It was probably the only place I hadn't looked at this point. So I got it down, looked inside, and nothing. Dang! I stuck my hand in between all the balls of yarn and knitting needles and felt something hard. Seriously?! There it was. My Garmin watch in my knitting bag of all places! I ran into the bathroom where Mitch was brushing his teeth and just held it up and grinned! Mitch looked relieved and said, "You'd better go say thanks!" He was right. I knelt down and thanked my Heavenly Father for helping me find my watch.

I know this is a silly story, but it was a testimony builder for me. I believe in the power of prayer, even if its used to find a running watch!

Speaking of prayers, two nights ago it was Finnley's turn to say the family prayer. She tends to peak through her eyelashes and thank Heavenly Father for everything she see's: her fish book, pink blanket, bunk bed, minnie doll, sparkly shoes, etc. After she listed off what she was thankful for, she told Heavenly Father that she loved her mommy and daddy and little baby brudder Dieter. Then she asked that he would stop playing with her toys. Gotta love kid's prayers!