Today has been a hard day. I lost my wallet, again. I spent most of the morning looking for it. My house shows no remaining evidence of the thorough cleaning it received a mere three days ago. I’ve also been struggling with a silly issue where I’m trying to accomplish something that I know is right, but I’ve felt a lot of opposition and frustration. That’s been heavy on my mind for the past several days, with my asking myself “Why?” a lot.
I called Matt at work for my daily “hey, have you seen this item I lost?” call, and he even walked out to his car to see if my wallet was there. No luck. I felt discouraged, like maybe nothing’s going like it should. Maybe I just don’t have it together. Matt suggested to have the kids pray about it (their prayers always help) and he would too. The boys were at school, so I hung up the phone and looked at little Natalie sitting on the floor playing with her button book.
“Natalie, can you say a prayer for me to help me find my wallet?”
She just kind of looked at me, and then went back to her book. I turned my head and stared out the living room window. Feelings of discouragement started to pile up and I felt myself on the verge of tears. I don’t cry very often, so I just kind of swallowed the feeling and tried to control my emotions. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Natalie looking up at me from the floor. She closed her book, climbed up the couch on to my lap, and hugged me. Hard. The tears slid quickly down my cheeks. After a couple minutes, she looked at me and said, “Why are your eyes wet?”
I told her I was a little bit sad because I couldn’t find my wallet, and …
She hopped down, walked over to a chair, climbed up into it and looked at me.
“Where is Heavenly Father?”
“Where is he? He’s in Heaven?”
“Can we see him?”
“No, we can’t see him right now, but he can see us.”
“How can he see us?”
“Well, because he knows everything.”
“Does he have a telescope?”
“Maybe he does. I don’t know.”
“Maybe he has a periscope.”
Something about her words made me remember that despite all His wonder, He watches us individually. And I remembered a devotional I attended once where the speaker, who I knew personally and admired, said this:
“I testify that he who will bring about the universal restoration of all things also brings to pass those intimate restorations that heal our wounds, cleanse our sins, and fulfill divine promises.”
I went into the kitchen to get Natalie’s milk ready for her nap, and while I did, a thought came to my mind. I went and looked, and I immediately found my wallet. Tears came back as I realized that this was a testimony that God was mindful of me and my simple problems.
I walked down the hall to tuck Natalie in, and she asked me to read her Llama llama red pajama, one of her favorite stories.
It’s about baby llama who goes to bed at night and waits for his mom to bring him a drink. As he waits and waits, he gets scared, then frustrated, then angry, and cries out frantically to his mother. I’ve read the book probably a hundred times before, but today I felt like it was a parable for me and my Heavenly Father. So, the tears ran down my face (again!) as I read this page:
Little Llama, don’t you know, Mama Llama loves you so?
Mama Llama’s always near, even if she not right here.
So, yeah, I cried three times today. I also got a hug, an answer to prayer, and a little insight that maybe, just maybe, Heavenly Father does have a periscope.