Two Answered Prayers

 

This past weekend, we got invaded by children and grandchildren.
It’s so quiet now it’s almost surreal.
They called me earlier and I wasn’t home so I called their mother at 9:30 p.m. and they answered the phone. It must be summer. They’d better enjoy their laid-back schedule.
As hard as it seems to believe, school starts soon in New York State.
Yesterday I prayed fervently, “Please God, help me to find the lost library book. I don’t want to buy a new one to replace it.”
When the grandkids first came in the door on Saturday, I told them I’d give them fifty cents if they’d help find the picture book.

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The second oldest set to work right away. I thought being here would stimulate their memory and in moments the tome would be in my hand.
He worked so diligently I treated him to shopping at a dollar store. They’re young and pleased with a small amount which helps Grandma out.
He scurried under beds, peeked in closets and even dumped the toy box as he thoroughly searched the premises. I stayed by his side and helped picked up toys and placed some items in a give- away bag. After half an hour, I told him we had to stop. I felt ready to drop. They didn’t get there until nighttime and I’d had a busy day already.
Once the other children heard of his trip to the store, they wanted to help. Only one got the chance, so the others helped mommy clean her vehicle. They earned more from her and worked a bit longer.
His sister helped the next day and she ended up waiting for me to get ready. We didn’t look for the book this time because I’d spent so much time already on my own, I couldn’t think of any other place to look.
I set the timer for 30 minutes and gave her the same amount of money to spend. She’s not as easy to shop with as her brother. I almost gave up after 45 minutes but I allowed her to go to a second store even though I told her earlier we were only going to one place.
When it seemed she wouldn’t find anything there, I told her we’re leaving and I’d give the money to her mom for them to get something later.
Then she looked in earnest. She found six items compared to his two and received 50 cents in change back as well. He took maybe 15 minutes to decide; she took an hour and 45 minutes before we left for home!
He got new stuff, she chose used stuff. I’d rather take him because she kept trying to up the payment and didn’t want to take “No,” for an answer.
I love them equally, but from now on I think I’ll choose visits to the playground for an outing instead of down a toy aisle.
Anyway, God certainly answers prayer. The book sat in my house in their luggage hidden in an outer pocket of their suitcase. Unfortunately, they didn’t find it until they drove home.
I asked her to mail it directly to the library. Who found it? The second born son. “Grandma, I found the book. Am I going to get 50 cents?”
“Yes, you are,” I told him.
“Get to bed,” I heard his mom tell his siblings.
Others wanted to talk and my daughter spoke into the phone, “I’m sorry, Mom. They have to go to bed.”
“That’s okay, I know it’s getting late.”

Two answers to prayer today. At the dealership for my car I asked God very sincerely, “Please let the repair be free or for a very low cost.”

About a month ago they replaced a part in my car because the horn beeped for no apparent reason, sporadically. Once, in the middle of the night.

I paid their hefty labor bill and a tiny amount for the part and thankfully they needed very little time to exchange the parts. Still, at the small shop I go to they charge about $40.00-$50.00 per hour less than the place I went to today.

Which is why I prayed today.

They kept the automobile for about 40 minutes and checked every wire and every part of the system attached to the horn and couldn’t find anything wrong with it. So, they gave me the paperwork-N/C, $0.00 on the bottom. No charge, “Thank you very much.”

And to Jesus I said, “Thank You, Lord!”

God is good.

May God bless you

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