Prayers work

I'm still trying to get back into the routine of things after our vacation to Honduras.

Today the boys had music class at 10 am, and it was the week that I go with them, so I had to take Naomi over to the neighbors to be watched. We were all ready to go at 9:45, but I couldn't find my car keys. I started searching everywhere. I couldn't even find the spare that is usually hanging on the key rack in the kitchen. I checked my coat pocket, my purse, the counters, EVERYWHERE. Finally I remembered my grandma Blanche's lesson that the Lord really does care about the little things. I knelt down and said a prayer out loud, "Heavenly Father, I need to take the boys to music class, but I can't find my keys. Please help me find them so that we can go." Right when I stood up my phone rang. It was my neighbor asking if I was still planning on bringing Naomi over. I explained that I wanted to, but was unable to find my keys... as I was talking to her I walked into my room casually looking still, but somewhat giving up. I picked up a Kleenex from my nightstand and saw the spare key sitting there!!! "Here's the spare" I exclaimed, "I'll be right over". I hung up and ran Naomi over and got the boys in the car, I was amazed at how QUIKLY the Lord answered my prayer. I said another prayer of thanks and headed out. We were only 10 minutes late to class.

It was a just a few years ago that my grandma was visiting and a similar "lost keys" moment occurred. I searched EVERYWHERE when I needed to take my grandma up to meet a friend in Salt Lake. She asked if I had said a prayer. I blew it off, thinking that prayers for that kind of thing were just ways to teach children how to use prayers for things that were important to them. Surely I was big enough now to solve this problem by myself, and save my prayers for the "bigger issues". As I continued to search unsuccessfully my grandma said, "Well, if you aren't going to say a prayer- I will." and my frail old grandmother knelt down to pray. I figured I better join her. I knelt down, still muttering in my mind that I was too old to be praying about such a silly thing. Immediately after she said "Amen" however, the thought came to my mind to check the pocket of a coat (I can't remember if it was mine or Jake's) hanging in the upstairs closet. I walked straight there, reached in and retrieved them. I will never forget that lesson. I always thought the "pray for things that you lose" lesson was to teach children that they could pray about things that were important and big to them. This time I learned that the Lord wants us to come to him with ALL our struggles and problems. Even the little ones, like finding misplaced keys.

P.S. After we got home from music class we were down in the toy room when Josh suddenly exclaimed, "Mom, I found your keyes!" Not sure how they ended up there, but was happy to know the location of both sets of keys again.