Cryin' Over Spilt Milk

Recently...on my way home from work, I decided to quickly stop at the store for some milk.

In my rush to check out, I dropped it.

My newly purchased gallon of milk shattered across the floor...gushing it's frothy goodness all over the floor....and fortunately...my pants.  I'm certain my face lit up like a red light bulb. I was immediately swarmed by sweet Smith's workers who kept reassuring me it was okay. I apologized half a million times.....my voice beginning to quiver each time.

Since I wasn't too much of help....they grabbed me a new gallon of milk...and sent me on my way. Now...here is where it gets absurd folks....I got in the car...and literally cried my eyes out for spilling the milk.

What does this have to do with anything you may be wondering? Well. Maybe nothing.

But for me...it was the beginning of a week where I felt like I kept loosing everything. Including my wallet. And...the days were drawing closer to our end here in Vegas and we still were unlucky in the "finding a home" department.

Loosing my wallet seemed to be the climax of the week. Maybe I wouldn't have felt so bad if it was the first time this had happened. Or even the second. (I'm telling you....it's people like me who keep the driver's license division in operation).

So I let myself wallow in frustration for a moment. Or seven... And then I realized how silly I was being.

We have been so blessed living here in Vegas. We are blessed  to have wonderful friends here. Blessed to have a job. Blessed to have each other. Blessed  to be starting a whole new adventure. Blessed to be healthy. Blessed to have a room with a working air conditioner... So many things I was grateful for flooded my mind.

So I prayed. And I thanked. And lets be real here...I probably cried some more.

And you know what?

My ring warranty papers were found. And though it was way past...they still validated it.

My wallet was found. At some restaurant that we hadn't even been to. A stranger had turned it in.

We found a place to live! A small basement apartment in Provo. And....it is even month to month.

I found that I would get to keep working for my lovely boss.....even when we moved.

And a few other items I had been on the search for turned up...one in a parking lot. (Miracle? Yes!)

Looking back at the past few weeks....every little stress I had....had been answered.

So why does spilt milk matter? Because I knew....and know even more now....That Heavenly Father loves me so much. He is so mindful of even the little things in my life. He is probably humored at how frequently I loose things... But He never gives up on me. He never love never fails.

Prayer works. Prayer is for real. He is there. He is listening. He knows every emotion we feel....even if it is the silly embarrassment of spilling your milk in front of whole heap of people. He is waiting....Waiting for us to turn to Him for help. None of my stresses were large or even life or death. They could be written off as a minor inconvenience..But to me it was important. And because He loves me....He was there to help.

You know what else?

He loves you just as much.

Here is a photo for your viewing enjoyment. Sometimes...we doodle pictures of each other. This lovely creation is the result. I think this is the most attractive photo I've ever seen of the two of us. Between his technicolor-ed pants and my Dutch shoes...I don't know what is better...

Have I mentioned how much I love him?