God is so amazing -- He meets us at our faith.
Last Saturday, Israel spent part of the day at her grandparents' house (Jim & Margie) playing at the lake with Ava. She wanted to bring her orange shovel and pail to play with in the sand, so of course I let her. Later during an "adventure walk," the shovel was somehow lost, and Rae was pretty bummed about it.
Yesterday, we went back to their house to help put the dock in the water. Rae, Margie and I decided to retrace the steps of the adventure walk in hopes of finding the lost shovel. JP joined us, and even with 4 pairs of eyes looking, we didn't find the shovel.
When we got back to the beach, Rae was pretty disappointed. I told her that we could ask Jesus to help us find the shovel, and we said a simple prayer together that the shovel would be found. After praying I asked her, "Do you believe that Jesus can help us find your shovel?" She said "yes," and I know she does believe it, because He's helped her find other items before (lost stuffed toys, etc).
Margie decided to take one more look among some tall grass they had already searched, and not two minutes after we prayed, she emerged with the orange shovel!!! Some might say this was just coincidence, but I know better. I know it was God meeting Rae at her faith. She trusted Him, and He came through.
Rae was so excited, she started laughing and shouting, "Thank You, Jesus!" She knew He had found it for her -- she understood what had happened perfectly. I thank God that he's so faithful, and that at only two years old, my daughter is learning to turn to Him for help!