My heart is full tonight as I remember a little incident from yesterday. It may seem silly to you, but the implications are tremendous and the love I feel is great. This may seem a trivial thing to post on a blog, but it's important to me to record the feelings I have when things like this happen in my life otherwise when I look back I tend to think "oh that was just a coincidence"... That being said, here's my trifle:
I'd had a full, busy day yesterday. After my baby left to go home, I had to start laundry. After my fourth load, I realized that my keys (which I usually take with me because it has my laundry key on it and sometimes the laundry room door in our apartment complex is closed and locked) were missing. Long story short, I had been all over the complex that evening doing several loads of laundry and checking the mail, etc. and there was any number of places my keys could be.
At about 6:30p.m. when I realized I couldn't find my keys anywhere in the apartment, I was slightly worried but figured "eh, I won't worry too much because they're sure to turn up sometime, I'll just work on my homework and won't think about it"
At 7:30p.m., after I'd sent Scott out to check the laundry room, and the area around the mailbox to rule out me carelessly leaving them somewhere in my exhausted stupor and after doing another round of the apartment I began to think "shoot, I hope I didn't leave them somewhere and someone picked them up and is going to take our car, break into our apartment (the mail key is labled with our number so breaking and entering would have never been easier), stealing our stuff and raping our women and stealing our children, and take our mail (not the bills, of course). But maybe somebody found them and turned them in to the apartment manager and we can call and ask him tomorrow. Maybe they're even in the apartment somewhere. I'll try to get back to my homework and not think about it" I said a silent prayer in my head to ask for help in finding my keys and I went back to my business.
We had Family Home Evening, got Dennis ready for bed, and at about 10:00p.m., I did another search of the house. I was beginning to get frustrated, because my keys also had my little Curves scanner thingy and i couldn't work out the following morning without it. I searched through the whole house again several times, this time I even went through the garbage. Twice. I retraced my steps over and over again and could not think where my keys might be and where I'd left him, because I was so tired I wasn't able to think clearly. Add that to the fact that I wasn't getting any homework done because I was busy trying to locate my lost keys. At this point I had accepted the fact that I was going to have to pay to get all of my keys replaced, the locks on our apartment would have to be changed and I was just going to have to deal with it. I walked out into the living room feeling dejected and Scott asked me "have you prayed yet?"
I answered "of course I have! I did hours ago!". But all the same, I went to my room, closed the door, and actually knelt down and said my prayer aloud. As I said my prayer, I began to feel calmer as the spirit washed over me. I tried to finish up by saying "in the name of Jesus Christ.." but I didn't get that far, because my mind showed me a particular part of my evening that before was blurry. I saw where one of the actions I'd made without thinking led to another sequence of events and then I knew where I must've put my keys. I finished saying my prayer and I went right to the place where my keys actually were, in the most unlikely of places - underneath my bed sheet.
Now, I would definitely have found my keys later when I went to bed, but the part of this story that is of particular importance to me is that Heavenly Father answered my prayer (when I finally did it right). He knew I would've have found them eventually, but it meant a lot to me that he helped me while the night was still relatively young so that my mind could be cleared and at ease so that I could concentrate on my homework. I am so grateful for His love and for this important lesson He taught in prayer and faith. Although I've had similar experience like this one before, I would just like to say that this reaffirms my assurance that when I pray Heavenly Father hears me and answers me.
As I knelt down after finding my keys to thank Heavenly Father for his help, I felt a strong spirit of love and peace overwhelm me and I knew that He would always be there for me and I felt a stronger desire to be obedient so that I could be worthy of this great blessing.
I walked back out to the living room to show Scott that I found them and he said that it was amazing that I had enough faith to just pray and then bam - find my keys. To Scott I say, my faith wasn't so strong that my actions didn't follow through immediately, but I always knew that Heavenly Father would help me.
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