lost and FOUND

I lost my scriptures a couple of months ago. At first I wasn't worried and figured I would find them somewhere in the abyss of Tom's and my cars, or in the garage, or under a bed, or in the lost and found at church, etc. Over the course of a month I looked. I cleaned. And I came up unsuccessful. I started to wonder if I would ever find them. Now, I know that all scriptures are special but these scriptures hold a really special place in my heart. They were given to me on my 18 birthday by my best friends. Each of my friends left a personal note in the blank pages in the front of the scriptures. If that wasn't enough I had a copy of of my patriarchal blessing in there and a picture of my grandma and grandpa Van who passed away my first year in college. I spent hours marking the pages for a Missionary Preparation class at Ricks college, and countless other scriptures that held special meaning to me.

As the weeks passed, the devastation grew. Seriously. I prayed and continued to look. I thought about it on a daily basis. Finally, I submitted that I probably would never find them. When I woke up on Mother's Day I had the thought that if I could find my scriptures today then that would be the perfect Mother's Day present. After church Tom came home from counting tithing and said, "how much do you love me?" I knew immediately that he had found my scriptures. Of course I burst into tears and hugged him over and over again. All I have to say is that it was a Mother's Day miracle. You might think that I am silly in saying that, but I really think it was. Every week Tom and I have looked on the shelf above the coat rack at church. Sometimes twice a week because I have Young Women on Wednesday nights. He had the feeling he should check again that day and there they were!!!!! All I have to say, is I will never leave them out of my sight again.