I worked at a swim meet in San Pablo yesterday. I needed to return something at Target which was right there, so I made my return, purchased three things, scooped up Kira's carseat and went to the car. No keys. I prayed and felt to go talk to the lady at costumer service. No keys found, so I decided to back track my steps. Still no keys. I prayed again and once again felt I needed to talk to the same lady. I went back and sure enough someone found them on a shelf in isle 10. I had this overwhelming feeling that Heavenly Father heard my prayers and helped me and little Kira get home. It was such a reminder to me of how great prayer is. I never remember loosing my keys in a store like that. It is usually just at home where I know that I will find them.
I told Scott the story tonight and he really liked it. It was a very good bedtime story with a great point. He than wanted Danny to tell him a story about keys and he made up a great story about two keys that got married and added 4 keys to the chain named Scott, Tyler, Carl and Kira. I don't think Scott got the double meaning but liked that the keys were named Scott and his siblings.
The best way to teach your kids about prayer is to live it.
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