Pink Shoes

  Just the other day I was tidying up & cleaning our apartment, putting a ga-zillion things away. I was walking back and forth from the kitchen to our room & Lydia was playing Barbies in her room, alone. On one of my trips past her room, I overheard her saying a prayer. It went like this, "Dear Heavenly Father, please help me to find da pink shoes. In the name of Jesus Christ. Amen." She didn't tell me she couldn't find shoes, she didn't ask for my help, nor tell me anything about her sweet, simple prayer. But she prayed and knew her Heavenly Father was listening and would help her. I don't even know the outcome of the story. I never asked. I just smiled from ear to ear and let a few tears happily roll down my cheek.