By Christine Thackeray
Okay, I'm notorious at losing things. I swear it isn't me. Either the children borrow it or my husband but I always seem to get stuck with the blame. So this Thursday morning no one was surprised when I woke up and couldn't find my keys.
Actually they had been missing since Sunday. I was sure I left them on the kitchen table but I looked everywhere and finally gave up and pulled out the spare pair. Well, wouldn't you know my husband offered to drive the first load of kids to school and noticed my keys were gone. He put his foot down and said I couldn't drive again until I found them. (He's been sick with the flue and was feeling grumpier than usual.)
I had already almost torn the whole house apart looking but knew they had to be here somewhere and so I started searching again with only ten minutes before were supposed to leave to take my fourth grader. As the clock ticked away, I checked every shelf, junk drawer, basket and even lifted the cushions off the couches. With five minutes to go I went out to the car to check again.
With all my focus on the keys, I didn't notice that the dog was out until she was halfway down the street. I called to William but by the time he stuck his head out the door, the dog was no where in sight. Leaving my son to find the dog, I stepped inside and finally bowed my head and said a prayer. Little did I know that my son, worried about being late was doing the same thing outside.
As soon as I lifted my head, I walked straight to the corner where my husband was checking email and started straightening his corner. He had a windbreaker on the floor that he had worn during the weekend. I picked it up and heard a familiar jingle.
There in his pocket were MY keys. He forgot that he had used them to visit one of his home teaching families Sunday night. Giving him ample dirty looks, I ran outside and drove down the street to find William coming home with our naughty puppy. He hopped in the car, Jelly Bean in tow and said that he couldn't find her and knew he'd be late so her prayed and she came right to him.
We drove straight to school and on the way I told him how I found the keys. Will turned to me and beamed. "You know, Mom, prayer really works."
Good thing.
I love it, love it, love it!!! LOL...I lost my keys the other day, but I found them in the cabinet with the cereal bowls after much prayer, of course. I wish I could have said someone else did it...but I'm the only driver in the house right now!
ReplyDeleteGreat story. I suppose most everybody who drives has the same problem at one time or another.
ReplyDeleteMy earliest memory of loss and prayer was when I lost the geese I was supposed to be watching. Another was losing a ten-cent string of fake pearls in the snow.
Somehow, when I put away my husband's set of keys in a safe place where they'd never be lost, I hadn't considered he had the only key to the trunk. After a year of off and on hunting, I finally went to a locksmith. Charles' keys are still missing.
Perhaps finding these keys isn't as important to me at this stage of life as geese and fake pearls were in my elementary-school years.
More strongly than ever, I wholeheartedly agree with Will. Prayer really does work.
Great story. I love successful prayer stories involving kids. Such faith. Take care and Happy Mother's Day!!
ReplyDeleteLove it!
ReplyDeleteI had a similar situation with my son. It was a profound experience for not only him, but for me as well. I love those opportunities for our kids to learn that prayer does work. Nothing warms our heart more than to hear the growing testimonies of our little ones.
Thanks for sharing that.
~Krista
What a wonderful testimony building experience for you both. Love the fact that the keys were in your husband's jacket pocket.
ReplyDeleteLove the way our prayers are answered. Even for the little annoying things in life. To avoid the lost keys; my car is parked in our garage, and I leave the keys in the middle tray thingy. That way they are always there. If one of my children old enough to drive needs to borrow my car, the keys are always there. They also know that if they take them out, they shall meet an early death or their toes will be tied in bows.
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