FOUND!

I didn't think I'd lost my head. But when I can walk from the car, across the street to scoop up my one-year-old to take her back into the house instead of waiting outside at the bustop with her sisters in below-freezing temps, and drop all my bags, papers, food, mittens/gloves, hats, coats boots, etc. and then I realize that I can't find the iPod I just had in my hands when I was opening the door of my car after I pulled into the driveway.

Horror.

I think I've "lost" that iPod about 10 times! And each time I get a sick feeling in my gut because it's something I use DAILY (Miranda asked for about 10 songs on the short drive to take Megan to school, and I coudn't appease her because I didn't have my iPod with all the music on it).

I searched the car- in the cab, the trunk. I retraced my steps, looking with heart-in-my-throat fear half hoping not to find the little machine smashed into the snow and ground in by trucks. I looked and looked and looked. I dumped my purse out. I dug through my pockets and even the lining of my coat (one of the pockets has a hole in it). I searched my Seminary bag. I looked in the mittens I'd taken of my daughter's hands when we got home. Nothing. Nowhere.

So, I prayed. I prayed on the way to drop Megan off, asked my girls to say a prayer I'd find it this morning, and I prayed again the whole drive home.

Silly? Silly to pray for such a materialistic item? I don't think so. It's something I use. Enough that I would feel like I needed to replace it (I tried going without, and it was difficult and frustrating and I saved up and found a good deal and got a "cheap-o" that died just this week; that was my mp3 player, tho', not this iPod that was lost under a friend's couch for a few weeks).

Well, after getting back and searching the dining room and living room, I walked into the kitchen to start cleaning up. Guess what I saw, sitting right on top of the dishwashwer, where I'd probably left it after I'd dropped off some food in the fridge after I walked in the door.

Yup, there was my iPod, in plain sight!

I knelt down right there, tears in my eyes, and said a heartfelt prayer for something so simple (and ridiculous?) as finding my iPod. But, I am really REALLY REALLY REALLY glad to get this little machine back. And, thankful that even for silly things, the Lord still hears and answers prayers.

Bonus- I found it safe in my house and not crushed in the slushy snow-filled street.