The Hunky Hubby took off his outside boots and placed them on the living room floor. They were in the corner but well within the reach of the Uber Toddler of Doom. Well of course he toddled over, reached inside, and pulled out one of the Hunky Hubbies blue shoe inserts and then the other. He played. And when all was said and done we could only find one shoe insert. We looked, we searched, we hunted. For days and days and no shoe insert. Shooting pains began to trouble the Hunky Hubbies shins. He began to hobble and cry out with woe. It was nearly a week and we had looked everywhere. Finally he and I joined hands and prayed.
Within an hour I looked in our rocking chair. There, resting on top of the shirt that the Hunky Hubby had worn yesterday, was the shoe insert. There was no way that it could have hidden on top of that shirt for a week, especially while he was wearing it. We asked sweet boy #1 and he didn’t put it there, we asked sweet boy #2 and he didn’t either. I didn’t. The Hunky Hubby didn’t. That left the Uber Toddler of Doom. Somehow in answer to our cries, our Lord looked down, laughed and laughed and laughed…and urged sweet boy #3 to toddle over to his super secret hiding spot, unearth the shoe insert, and place it in plain sight right after we prayed. Glory indeed.