A couple of weeks ago, after being loose for many, many weeks, Mason's first tooth finally came out. Within 5 minutes we had lost it. We searched the floor, my purse (he had wanted to call Michael, who was at the library, immediately, so I thought the tooth might have fallen in my purse where my phone was.), everywhere to no avail. Finally I had a thought: let's pray about it. Mason and I bowed our heads and asked God to lead us to this tooth. After another quick search we found the tooth sitting next to us on my bed.
A good lesson in prayer for an almost-seven-year-old, don't you think? Not to mention his mother!
1 comment:
How did the other guy wind up?
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