A few days ago, Billy (almost 10) and Matt (almost 8)
went to a Cub Scout Day camp. While there, Billy
captured Liz the lizard and brought her home.
A few nights later, after all the children were
supposedly in bed, Billy came down and reported that
Liz was lost, no longer to be found in her glass container.
On the way up to Billy's room, I said a quick
prayer, asking Heavenly Father to help find Liz. We
pulled the bureau from the wall...no Liz. Then, I picked
up the grass in Billy's left over Easter Basket and shook
it. Plop! Out fell the lizard onto the bureau.
So, old dad was the hero of the night. But, he also
let his family know that the happy ending was a direct
result of a simple prayer to a loving God who cares and
is concerned...even about the "little things" in life.