Faith

Madison has a pet rock.  While she has not acknowledged this status, I am going to come out and just state the obvious.  When she plays outside, the first thing she does is run for her rock.  She buries it, makes nests for it, washes it, loves on it and will occasionally bring it inside to play with.  And, I have to admit, it IS a pretty cool rock.  Clint found it at work a few months back and brought it home for her {what a good Daddy, huh?}, it looks like a fossilized dino egg - although it's probably the hand-held part of a Native American grind stone.  Either way, it's pretty darn cool and Madi thinks it's above special.

 

Last night she brought it inside and made it a bed in one of her backpacks.  We did our goodnight thing and this morning she was devastated to find that her rock was missing.  We searched and I assured her that no one had touched it and that she had probably just misplaced it before she went to bed.  She then assured me that she indeed had not misplaced it but that a rock thief had come in while we were all sleeping and kidnapped her beloved rock.  I kept a straight face and assured her that we would find it and all would be well.  I went back to my morning and she disappeared into her room.  She came out a few moments later, very somber and quiet.  I asked her if she had found the rock yet and she replied,

"Not yet, Mom.  But I will find it soon because I prayed and Heavenly Father is going to look for it for me.  He always helps me with this stuff."

I was really impressed that she A: had the faith to ask and B: THOUGHT to ask!  So now I start to panic a touch because what if we CAN'T find that rock?  What if a rock thief really DID come swipe it?  What if Maelee found an amazing hiding spot for it and we don't find it until years down the road when we're moving out?  Where on earth was MY faith to match hers?

I took her to preschool and came home and said my own little prayer.  Then I went and looked in the most obvious place... the backpack it was supposed to be in in the first place.  There, hidden in the pocket that never gets used was a rock that looks like a dino egg.  My guess is that the bed she made for it in the big pocket wasn't comfy enough so it switched pockets in the middle of the night.  :O)  She was so excited to be reunited with her long lost pet, and graciously thanked Heavenly Father for helping her mom find it.  Then she thanked me and proceeded to have a little talk with her rock, reminding it to never run away again.

Have I ever mentioned that I love being a mom?