Finder Of Lost Things

I was reminded this week of one time when I was about primary age taking a walk around the land by our house. I remember thinking that it was a really long walk and it took a long time.  On this walk my cat followed me all over, however, by the time I made it home she wasn't with me anymore.  I remember thinking that she was lost. . that she wouldn't make it home on her own.  I was very upset and sad. I remember praying to my Heavenly Father telling him my concerns and asking him to please help me find my cat.  I went back out along the trail that I had been walking and eventually found her.  This is my first memory of praying to Heavenly Father for help. It was my first experience with a specific prayer being answered. It is the first time that I can remember understanding that God is a finder of lost things.

I still understand today that he answers prayers. That he is still helping me to find lost things.. . . my smile, my laugh, my keys on occasion, or my motivation to walk and walk and walk. He answers my prayers.