4th Grade. Coleman School. Memphis, Tennessee. Yes, I was one of those Type “A” students who had it all together.
Bitten nails. Twisted Hair. Prayer.
Then I misplaced my orange science notebook. Day after day, I looked for it. It was nowhere to be found.
I didn’t pray about it. I just figured, what the heck. Oh, well. In time, it will show up.
Day after day, no notebook.
I got nervous.
I really put alot of work into it. It was going to be “my grade.”
I got off my high horse and prayed.
The next morning I looked up from my desk and there sat that ratty science notebook on the shelf — right in front of me.
Had it been there all along?
Did God allow me to see it only after I prayed?