After our snowy, cold trip, it was a nice treat to come home to 75 - 80 degree weather! Abe and I took advantage of things and met Tami and Madison at the park. We had a great time and Abe loved the swings. As we were getting ready to leave I realized I couldn't find my keys. After looking EVERYWHERE I was so frustrated. I didn't think we even had another copy of the key to my car! Abe was hungry, it was hot, and I wanted to clean my house before Ken came home from work. Tami and I searched the diaper bag a hundred times, searched the car (which was unlocked), searched the trunk, searched the ground, with no luck. I decided a kid must have seen them on the ground and picked them up, thinking they were a toy. I sat down to wait and see if someone would return them. Tami waited with me. Finally after a few hours, we decided to just leave. Tami was going to drive me home, but we decided to go by the police station first. The police station was a bust and I was so distraught. As we drove away I said another quick prayer in my heart. As I did I picked up my diaper and put my hand in one of the pockets (again, this is the diaper bag we'd searched over and over) and realized there was a hole in the stitching. Not daring to hope, I reached my hand through the tear and pulled out my keys. Through this whole experience I had held it together, but at that point I started to cry, it was so relieving to have found them. As Tami and I said a quick prayer of thanks together, I realized what an amazing thing prayer is. With wars and disease and poverty and so many other problems in the world, Heavenly Father cares enough about me and knows me enough to help me find my keys. 
Friday, February 8, 2008
The story of the Keys!
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Thats great. I remember once when I could not find my paper cutter, and I was on my way out to a scrapbooking party. Part of me said, what a silly thing to pray about, and the other part said, what would you tell your kids to do, so I did pray about it, and walked right to it and found it. Thanks for sharing your testimony!
Great story!! We've had a few of those experiences and I think it is good to let your kids see you pray in situations like that. I'm glad you found your keys.
Thanks for sharing, Kim! What a great story! Losing keys is the worst! Someone accidently took my keys home with them from Enrichment, but the biggest problem was that they were Dave's keys because I had taken his car! So he didn't have the key to his office. Thankfully the sister returned them the next day and I was sure grateful for the answered prayer. :)
Glad you found the keys. You never know but that you missed something by not leaving when you were going to. I am glad that you remembered to pray and that you found your keys. Good job Kimmie
So cute Abraham and Madison are. I can't wait to see them again come April.
Okay, so I was really laughing hard when I read your title and I thought, I bet she lost them. Don't worry, I was humbled as I read your story and greatful for the reminder of the wonder of prayer.
p.s. Abe is getting so big! He is a really cute kid.
Thanks for the story. Ryan prays for things he loses all the time and then finds them right away. It is nice to be reminded that even the little things count! (And if you really need help have Ryan pray too!)
The keys to the kingdom are not those to the house or the car.
They're the ones that encourage faith and obedience and relying
on heaven's brightest star.
And prayer is a medium that invokes the help of the Lord.
Those who employ it will have other important keys restored. LKC Feb.11, 2008
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