Thoughts on Life

Beckam, Jilli and I went to the storage unit to get immunization records. When we went inside the unit, the door immediately slammed closed. Fortunately, we were able to pull the door back up from the inside, but we quickly discovered that the lock, which I had hooked loosely back on the latch was missing. We searched for several minutes all over -- inside the unit, outside the unit, by the fence, under the fence, in the grass, under parked trailers -- but we couldn't find it anywhere. Knowing my options were either 1) find the lock or 2) take my chances of leaving the unit unlocked long enough to run to a store and buy a new lock (the front gate was also open since they were doing construction work). Suddenly I decided that we should pray, (thinking "what a great opportunity to teach my kids about the power of prayer"). I said the prayer and opened my eyes, fully believing that the lock would be right there . . . it wasn't. We looked more and the more we looked, the more agitated I got. Had my prayer failed us? I finally gave up and went to ask the front desk woman if she would keep an eye out for our unit while I ran to the store, but when I walked into the front office, I noticed a rack of locks. I inquired about them and the lady told me that they were locks made just for storage units and they were priced the same as a lock you'd buy at Walmart. I quickly bought a lock, returned to our unit, locked it and on the way back to the unit I asked Beckam, "So did Heavenly Father answer our prayer?" To which Beckam wisely said, "Of course he did. We didn't have to go to the store and we got a better lock." Moral of the story is, prayers are answered -- not always in the way we want them answered, but they are answered. God cares. He even hears prayers muttered by a mother and her two children looking for a lock to their storage unit. I matter to Him. How grateful I am for that knowledge and for the faith of my children.