A Lesson From A Pair of Shoes

Kayden's shoes have a habit of coming up missing. Once, one shoe was missing for a month. We found it in the car buried under a seat. On Monday one shoe went missing, again. I put his shoes on to go shopping, dropped Jaxon off at a friend's house, then got to the store and one shoe was NO WHERE to be found. I couldn't figure it out. How could a shoe disappear? I searched the whole car. I searched my house (thinking perhaps I absent mindedly only put one shoe on him). I even offered my kids $5.00 if they found his shoe within five minutes (we were late getting somewhere). At the end of the five minutes, my wise son asked, "Mom did you pray to help you find the shoe?" I had told him no thinking I didn't want to burden the Lord with a shoe. Later that night, when I said my prayers, I remembered what McKay had said about praying to find the shoe. So I half heartedly added at the end of my prayer, "Oh, and help me find Kayden's shoe, if you want." So Tuesday rolls around and I took Jaxon to that same friend's house to play. As I pulled up to the curb, there was Kayden's shoe laying in the gutter. I jumped out of my car and was overjoyed to pick up Kayden's shoe from the gutter! I was excited to go home and tell McKay of my find and of my prayer the night before (even if it was half hearted). I thanked him for his example and told him how grateful I was that Heavenly Father answers our prayers, no matter how small. Oh me of little faith! It took a pair of shoes to remind me.