Remember this iPod?
The one she saved and waited so patiently for?
Maybe we stopped valuing it as much as we should have, or maybe it was a one off accident, but a few months ago, there was no sign of it.
All of a sudden, I realised it was good and properly lost.
Over the coming weeks, I would remember from time to time it's lostness, internally "ugh" at the annoyance of such lostness, and cringe at the thought of the cost of replacement.
I'd look in junk drawers, and special hidey places, and glove boxes when I'd remember, to no avail.
It was really, really lost.
Then we hunted one weekend, under couches and beds, and car seats and behind drawers.
We found Squinkies, and toast crust, and Lego (oh, lego) but no iPod.
Today, Amie pulled out the box of Barbies from under the bed and my heart leaped with hope! Of course! It would be in there!
So the search resumed.
I re-looked under couches and beds, and car seats and behind drawers.
Other than dust up my nose, nothing.
When Eden got home and asked, "Mum, what did you do today?" and I told her, she began to hunt too, as only a five year old can. For five minutes and promptly gave up.
"It's really, really lost isn't it?" She buried her face in my lap, defeated.
I, against my better judgement, (because it was really lost, and had been for a long time, and I had hunted all day) suggested we pray.
God, Eden's iPod is really special to her. She saved up for a long time for it, and we would really like to find it. We are asking if you could please show us where it is. We are praying that we can find it in the next few days. Maybe even give Eden a dream tonight and show her, or give her a clue for where it could be hiding. We pray it isn't gone forever. We know that you care about what Eden cares about, and that you want good things for her. We are asking for your help God, please.
Eden said her 'Amen' a little bit sadly and said, "I really hope that prayer comes true".
I went to the kitchen, collected the recycling and took it to the outside bin.
After I dumped it, walking back towards the house, I went to the car.
I don't know why I went to the car. I don't know why I checked the pocket behind the passenger seat.
I knew it only held the street directory, because I'd looked there, a million times.
It was one of the more obvious places.
But I did look, again. And my jaw hit the floor. Tucked there, as if it had been there all along (had it?!), was that sneaky little iPod.
And I was still turning it over in my hand in disbelief as I walked towards the house.
A quiet "whaaaaaaaaattt the?" escaped from my lips, and even now I am having trouble believing it.
I know He answers prayers. He has answered before.
But so directly, so immediately?! Never!
I've spent months looking for that iPod, hoping, in each new place, that I would discover it's whereabouts. With no luck!
And after one prayer, one quick, passing prayer, voila!
And it's just an iPod. A replaceable thing.
But it showed just how much He cares about the things that are dear to our hearts.*
And a certain five year old won't be forgetting that in a hurry.