Humbled by thanksgiving

After about 15 minutes of frantic frustrated searching for a lost receipt, I finally drag both of the girls back to the van to head home. All the while I'm grumbling in my mind that it doesn't make sense that I would have related receipts but not the actual purchase receipt for what I'm trying to return. I move the van to a more isolated parking spot and give it one last try...practically emptying my diaper bag ( which I've now dubbed "The Black Hole"), calling my mom in Illinois to see if I left it at her house, and finally thoroughly checking my wallet for the fifth time. FINALLY! I found the receipt folded up tightly inside another receipt. I cheered and moved the van back into another parking spot. As I put the van into "park" I hear Anna's sweet voice behind me say, "Dear God, thank you for letting Mommy find her receipt. Amen." I was touched and completely humbled by that simple heart-felt prayer. I should have done the same thing but I was too distracted by the whole situation and in too much of a rush to think about praying. Not good! Thank you, Anna Jean, for making Mommy stop in her tracks and bringing me beyond myself to realize what I was forgetting to do. Lesson learned! :)