Blythe has a special blanket she calls her kiki. It was originally Brandt's, but he was never the kind to cherish something in the way Blythe loves her kiki. She sleeps with it, hauls it around, chews on it, sits on it, and generally feels somewhat lost without it. Last night, for the second night in a row, she had to sleep with her backup pink kiki, because we have been unable to find her blue kiki which she thinks feels better.
Despite a very thorough search of the house--each room, under sofas, inside cupboards--we could not find the blue kiki. Yesterday morning, the first thing Blythe said to me was, "Mom, you said you would bring me my blue kiki before you went to bed." But it was nowhere to be found.
This morning, after Blythe again asked where it was, Brandt went into his bedroom and said a prayer. He asked Heavenly Father "in his mind" to help us find Blythe's kiki. When he finished, he got up, went into her bedroom, and almost immediately had the thought, "Look in Blythe's backpack." The backpack was hanging over Blythe's bed frame, and low and behold, inside was the kiki. Blythe was overjoyed! Kent was so impressed that Brandt found it. And Brandt? He went back into his bedroom and said another prayer thanking Heavenly Father for leading him to the kiki.
Brandt's sweet and powerful faith warms my heart. Our son knows we have a Heavenly Father, and that He loves us and will answer our prayers when we pray in faith. I am so grateful that we (with help from his Primary teachers) have succeeded in teaching him this principle, and that Brandt believes.
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