Let me tell you about my day...
This morning we walked to the bus stop in the rain. I had Titus in the front carrier and the others walked. The kittens followed us to the end of the road. They have done this a couple of other times but not many. We got to the end and waited for the bus to come. Garret left and we were about to head back when a noisy car drove by. Two of the kittens dove for the bushes. I tried to get them (they are very friendly normally), but they ran deeper. In the rain with the front carrier and kids I wasn't able to look very hard for them so I headed back. Put Titus down and went back out looking. I looked for a while, no luck. Put food out, called them. Walked the road again. Called the neighbor so they could look for them. By the end of the day I was sick inside. Not so much for the kittens ( I do like them ), the real thing that gave me that deep down sick feeling was knowing that I would have to tell Garret when he got home.
As I made my way to the bus stop this afternoon, I said a silent prayer that went something like this "I know they are just kittens, but please if you could just help me find them. Garret's heart will hurt so much if I don't.". Some may call it coincidence, I choose to see the miraculous in it- as I finished, the bus came around the corner and kittens walked out of the woods wet and muddy.
Today I am thankful for little miracles- and a God who cares about the hearts of little boys!