You know those stories where the person simply prays to find something, like their car keys, and as soon as they do they find it? The cynic says it's coincidence. I had one of those experiences today and don't believe it to be coincidence at all but feel it was a blessing. I believe I learned something about faith...maybe I relearned it. I prayed to find the soil we brought from England, that I was to give to Devon, when I first went looking for it two days ago. But there was still that negative feeling in my heart that something out of my control had occurred that would disallow the small jar to be found. I gave up looking for it, despite having gone through all of the boxes twice.
Today, I realized I needed to find that jar, and that it was not for me that it needed to be found but for someone else. I knelt and prayed, with this new thought and feeling in my heart. And then that subtle confidence came that I would find it. I walked out to the new boxes with a new plan in mind, 'empty each box and put it all back in'. I emptied the first box that I thought held the jar of soil. I didn't find it, but as I was putting it all back into the box there was the jar. Even after feeling that 'subtle confidence' that I would find the jar, it still surprised me. There it was. I had probably searched this box 4 or 5 times. Prayer works, I need to use it more. I knelt and offered a prayer of thanks to God for remembering this insignificant creature and his lost jar of English soil.
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