Lost then foundJ
My son Zach (he was about 5 years old at the time.) came into the house one day crying… Dad, I lost a piece to my toy. (Some kind of action figure like G.I. Joe.) I asked him if he asked God to help him find it. He said, “No”. I said, “ask Him.” He said I don’t want to ask him you ask him, he listens to you. (???) I looked at him for a few seconds and asked if he was afraid to ask… he said yes. I said, “Ok”, I will ask. So out the door we went. I asked Zach where in the yard he was playing and he could not tell me. I said, “Zach, this is a very big yard where were you??? In the front yard, back yard, side??? Where? “I don’t know” he said. At that point I felt that I should go to the left side of the house towards the back… all the way to the neighbor’s fence. I said, “Were you playing back here?” No! Hummm… I looked at the chain link fence and stuck in the fence two feet above the ground was the two inch plastic piece… the only way that could have gotten in there was IF SOMEONE put it there. I was amazed, Zach wasn’t, he just pulled the toy out of the fence and off he went.
