One of my favorite all time miracles is getting to watch someone else realize that God cares for them and loves them. Tonight I got to witness that miracle with my own son. :O)
My son and his classmates are leaving tomorrow on a 3 day field trip to a camp about 3 hours away. The kids were told they could bring their electronics to play with on the way down and the way back. My son's DSi has been broken for a couple of months now and as those things are very expensive, I have not been able to get him a new one. It'll have to wait until his birthday.
His sister, however, also has a DSi and I suggested he look for hers as she had misplaced it awhile ago. He agreed. We cleaned out the car to make sure it hadn't fallen under one of the seats. ( I knew it hadn't though! I just figured it was an opportunity for him to clean out the car! LOL) He looked in the game cabinet which is the last place any one remembered seeing it. No luck.
After dinner we had to leave and go to karate and then to gymnastics. My mom was meeting me at the gym and taking Mason home with her. I suggested that he pray and ask the Holy Spirit to tell him where her DSi might be. After much coercion and my cancelling his negative words, he agreed. He was completely not believing the Holy Spirit would tell him because it was just a selfish thing and he didn't believe he would hear from God anyway.
When I got home with Meg, he still had not found her DSi. As I was sitting on the computer allowing Facebook to be a black hole for my precious time instead of doing homework, he came with complete disappointment. "I can't find it, " he said. I asked him if he had asked the Holy Spirit and he said that he had and all he heard was "under Meg's bed." "Mom, it's not there, I LOOKED," he said with complete frustration. "Can't you just ask God for me, mom?"
I pulled him reluctantly into my lap. I prayed, "Holy Spirit, please tell Mason where Meg's DSi is." "All I keep hearing is under her bed," he said. I asked him if he had looked down the side of her bed and behind the train table that is under the bed. His face lit up as he pulled away from me and ran upstairs.
About 5 to 7 minutes later, he returned a triumphant and happy boy! I said, "See, you did hear from God! I knew He was speaking to you." He was so excited on the inside but restrained himself from showing it, but I knew he felt it!
So Amazing seeing my kids learn how to hear the voice of God and to follow it! He says, "My sheep hear my voice." Thank You Father for caring about the simplest and the most complex things in our lives!
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