A little string around my finger

Halloween Cuties

Something happened today that I don't want to forget.

This morning we were feverishly scouring the house for Anna's school folder. These folders are extremely important and have to go to school every day in your kid's backpack (plus it had her reading book and a little homework assignment in it too). So, we've looked everywhere - moved the couch, peered into every corner, checked all the rooms. I started getting pretty anxious as the minutes were ticking closer and closer to a tardy and we still hadn't found it.

I wanted to be the kind of awesome parent that stays chill and says, "no matter what happens, Sweetie, everything is going to be fine. The only thing that matters is that God loves you, all of this material stuff could implode on itself and it wouldn't matter."

Instead I felt my anxiety bubbling over onto my little 6 year old's worry-free spirit. Anna stopped where she was and pleaded with me, "Mom, can't we just pray about it?"

Ashamed that I hadn't thought of that before, I jumped on the couch holding my sweet girl and tried to hurry through a prayer as more minutes ticked by that we weren't looking for and finding the folder. In the middle of the prayer an idea popped into my head to look in the TV cabinet. I didn't think much of it, just that that was one place I should probably try looking, as odd as it seems.

When the prayer was over Anna hopped down and ran over to the TV cabinet and said, "Mom, I think we should look in here."

"No way!! 'Cause I think we should look in there too!!"

With baited breath Anna, Norah and I watched as Anna opened the cabinet.

There was the orange folder!

God, you are so good! Thanks for our little miracle this morning, for speaking to a sweet 6 year old and a stubborn, anxious thing like me. I love you.