Anyway, God has been working in my little 5 year old's heart. Just before Halloween, we were taking inventory of our Star Wars costumes and my son Gabe wanted to wear the same costume he did last year. For the life of me, I could only find the mask of his costume and we realized we'd have to buy a new costume this year. So we went searching and Gabe wanted the same exact costume he had last year. We went to Target, no luck. Went to Fred Meyer, no luck. We decided to pray and ask God to help us find the right costume and then ended up at Value Village. There, hanging on the rack for $5, was HIS very costume without the mask. We couldn't believe it! Somehow his costume got mixed up in a "to be donated" pile and made it all the way from a Sammamish Goodwill drop-off site to Value Village in Redmond! Not kidding!
So then, Gabe decides on Sunday night that he'd love it if school could be cancelled due to too much snow. Sunday night he prayed like I've never heard him pray and he was convinced that he'd wake up to snow. The next morning, I got up about 6am and noticed the snow hadn't fallen yet but sure enough, as Gabe's 7am wake-up time came near, the snow began to fall! Gabe was so excited when he woke up and exclaimed over and over again on the way to school that God had answered his prayers! Sure enough, school was cancelled for today. Gabe continued to exclaim that God listened to him and gave him the snow he so badly wanted! Sounds like Psalm 37, doesn't it? Verse 3 and 4 say, "Trust in the LORD and do good; dwell in the land and enjoy safe pasture. Take delight in the LORD, and he will give you the desires of your heart. "
Finally, last night, we were getting a bit concerned. OK, so downright worried. Andrew hopped on a bus headed for home at 3:30 and by 5:00 his phone was dead, making it difficult to keep us posted. At 7:15, I gathered the boys together and we all decided to pray for Daddy. We prayed that someone would come to his aid and offer to take him home safely or help him in some way. We prayed and thanked God that He would send Daddy home very soon. Not 15 minutes later, Andrew walked in and it turns out he had been stuck in the bus just a few miles from our house for the last few hours. The bus couldn't make it up a nearby hill and continued to spin out in one particular spot for over 50 minutes. At 7:15, two guys in trucks offered to pull the bus up the hill. Not kidding! Andrew was home 15 minutes later. Again, God had built up my son's faith. And again, I am eternally grateful for HIS plan for my children.
Thank you, Lord, for working in my child's heart! Thank you, God, that he is learning how to have a true and authentic relationship with you! Thank you for speaking to a 5 year old in 5 year old language...through Star Wars, Snow, and 4x4 rescues.