The miracle of the lost box...

Originally Posted on Thursday, March 5, 2009Prayer works: By Stacey Catton

I'm not the spiritual talker at all.
I don't post about this. I rarely talk about it.
It's a very personal thing for me, 
my testimony of Jesus Christ.
I get little reminders every once
in awhile that keep me strong. 

One month ago...

I received two small packages from my mom.
I was supposed to receive three.
The third was missing. The biggest one. 

That third package never showed.

Never showed.

Never showed.

We got worried a little.
I went around to my post offices to check.
They didn't have any idea.

Sort of forgot about it for about a month.
My mom called to see if I had received
that third box yet. Nope! I was bothered.
I wanted that package. My mom said she
 couldn't remember what she put in that
third box but she did remember that she
put some cute red shoes in that didn't
fit her anymore. I love shoes. And mom
has cute style. I was excited. It bugged
her that she couldn't remember what else.

Today...

Mom called. She finally remembered what
was in the box. She collected ALL of my
childhood photos and mailed them to me in
that THIRD box! So somewhere there was a
box with my childhood inside.
She felt horrible.

So I decided to go check the post offices
again. I got in my car and
felt like I should pray. 

I said a short prayer for that box. 

As I drove over there my thoughts
were trying to remember all the pictures
that could have been in the box.  

I went in, talked to the guy.
He said FAT CHANCE.
The box was basically gone.
I asked if there was some pile
of boxes in the back that had the
address missing. He assured me that
there was no such thing. After pleading
with this guy he gave me a HUMPF!
He was so mad that I wouldn't leave
him alone. He finally went to the back
and in thirty seconds he came back with
my box!!  He was more shocked then I was.
He said he had no idea why that box was there.
He said that he had not seen this box at all today.
His eyes were bigger than mine!

My third box was in my hands.
I smiled all the way home.
It was fun to go through my pictures. 

The box had been quite smushed.
But It was finally here.

Sometimes it's the
little things that keep my faith going. 
This was one of those.
I was prompted to say a prayer in my car.
I pleaded for that silly box.
I felt the spirit all the way to
the post office and I didn't take no
for an answer because I knew it had to be there.

The END.