Answer to Prayers

My big boy went to scouts for the first time today. He is such a good boy. He was baptized and confirmed last Saturday, and I've been concerned that he's such a goofball . . . I really want him to be able to feel the spirit and recognize it. I love him so much, and I just see so much of myself in him . . . I know how unserious I was and how I wish I'd been more thoughtful. So I worry about him.

Today he was going out to play on the snow hill and I noticed he had no gloves on. He said he couldn't find them. I told him he couldn't play outside without them . . . if he would put them away when he came in, they would always be in the same place. Such a simple concept. He searched, but couldn't see them. The he said he was going to say a prayer. I begged in my heart that his prayer would be answered--that his faith would be strengthened, that he would feel the spirit and understand. Not one minute later he came triumphantly into the hall with the gloves. Oh I was thankful!