It's the Little Things

Yesterday started out rough. Jordan could not find his wallet. I had spent the ENTIRE night before puking my guts up (not fun) and was in no condition to help him look. I could tell he was worried sick. In it, was a couple hundred dollars in cash that he had just been paid. He rushed around in a panic. He called friends and the stores that he had been to the night before. His forehead was beaded with sweat when he finally had to leave the house. I was so sad.....

That afternoon he came home dragging his feet and hanging his head. Money has been tight around here and this was a huge blow. I told him not to give up, to keep looking. And so he did. About an hour later he ran into my room. The wallet had been found. With a big smile he looked up and said "Thank you Heavenly Father".

It might seem like a little thing. But to hear those words from my 20 year old son who is "not real big on religion", was a gift.

And with a humble heart I repeat. "Thank you Heavenly Father".