Out of the Mouth of Babes

We've just returned from a two-week trip to Utah and then to San Antonio. It felt so nice to sleep in our own beds last night! I'm exhausted from the events of the last two weeks, which included a LOT of photography work and a LOT of family play time. I need a vacation to recover from my vacation! (haha) I will get caught up in the next couple of days and post some pictures and videos here but until then, I couldn't wait to share this little story.

Last night I was going through the memory cards I'd taken on our trips (yes, that is memory cardS -- plural -- there are ten of them) and I realized that I was missing one. It wasn't a big deal because it wasn't work-related but I hated the thought of losing the card itself (they are not cheap to replace) and also it had some family images on there that I was upset about losing. I looked around last night and then laid in bed trying to think about where I could have lost it. Keep in mind, since I took the last picture on that card, we'd stayed at a relative's home, a hotel, taken two planes and gone through security at the airport, plus taken a shuttle to our car and then driven to San Antonio for a little vacation. That card could've been anywhere.

This morning I looked around the house, then cleaned out the car and looked in there. I tore apart my lens bag and searched around the computer. Nothing. I knew that I needed to say a prayer and ask the Lord to help me know where to look. I said a few in my heart, but it became clear that it needed to be an out-loud prayer. I asked Nate to kneel down with me and offer a prayer that it would be found. Frankly, I needed our combined faith in order to find it, since I KNEW that it could be anywhere in the world at that point. We knelt down and I offered a simple prayer, then got up and got to work looking. I looked around the computer but felt that I ought to look again in my camera bag, where I'd already looked several times. So I got it out, looked in the pocket, and.....there was the card! Less than 3 minutes after offering that prayer, we found the card. I told Nate that we needed to say another prayer to thank Heavenly Father for helping us. We knelt down again and said another simple prayer to thank Him. We stood back up and Nate said the funniest thing:

"Mom, do you think Jesus hid the card in your bag so that it could be a big surprise?"

Surprise or not, I'm so grateful for the opportunity that I had to help Nate see that our Father in Heaven loves us and he DOES answer our prayers. Sometimes he answers them immediately and I'm so thankful for that!!!