Something so cool happened this morning. Mornings are, as you know, challenging. Getting ready for work and school, fixing lunches, finding the erasers, packing the PE bag—it causes stress, even for the dog. In our house right now there are added elements of stress: The stuff is still in boxes, and we don’t always remember which boxes.
Kristin’s science book has been missing for a week and this is crisis of mega dimensions. Kristin likes her teacher so much, and she feels like a worthless human being when she forgets stuff. It causes her anxiety. Lots of it. So we have been turning boxes upside down and looked through every pile in the house looking for the missing science book. I have sent SMSes and notes to the teacher, letting her know that Kristin is not a bad person, and this is not just her fault. The teacher says she understands totally. She has moved houses too.
But still, Kristin has gone to bed in tears twice because the book is gone. It has disappeared like Atlantis, it appears. I found other things while looking for her book: My journal from 1992, Steve’s jacket, some spoons and other useful stuff. Just not the thing I was looking for.
Then, in desperation, we decided to pray. We prayed that Jesus would help us find the book.
This morning, while all of us were running around like headless chickens (except Steve; he was reading about WWII) Kristin put her lunch box in her backpack. And there. On top of all her books it was. The science book.
It was there and looked like it had always been there. No scratches on the front cover, no missing pages, no stains. It was 100% healthy.
We were speechless. How did it get there? Nobody knows. We concluded that either Jesus put it there during the night, or her teacher did at school yesterday. Kristin walked out the door with a smile on her face and said: I kind of hope it was Jesus.
I do to, but I want to rationalize. I want a logical explanation. I also think of something Naomi said: (Always listen when Naomi says something. She usually see things the way they really are) So are you suggesting that Jesus cares more about giving Kristin her book back than for example helping us sell our house (we need to sell our old house really, really badly, and we have been praying we will)?
It’s a good question, and I don’t know the answer. I don’t understand how prayer works. It seems sporadic and random. Why are some prayers answered and others not? Do you know?