An answered prayer

     I recently came home to two kids in despair.  You see it all happened when I brought home two kittens to them.  They instantly fell in love with these little kittens.  Since their mother is allergic to cats, and the cats have to live outside, the girls insisted that I build them a house.  Well, any time the girls were home for the first few weeks, I don't think that the kittens feet ever touched the ground, and with the kittens home right outside the window on the back porch the girls could watch them closely from inside the house as well.
     The kittens seemed to love the kids, as much as the kids loved the kittens.  They were even coming on demand when the girls called them.
     So when the girls get home from school one day and the kittens are no where to be found they panic.  By the time I get home from work, the girls have looked everywhere they can think of and are in tears.  The first thing I do, is get a little cup of food and shake it, and call for the kittens.  The girl comes running from near the back fence.  But the boy is still no where to be found.  This sets the girls off even more, as these two kittens have always stuck close together.
    They continue looking well after dark, searching the bushes with flashlights, and calling for their lost "Scrambler."  As bed time is approaching I mention to my youngest daughter, "Make sure you ask Heavenly Father in your prayers tonight to help Scrambler find his way home safely."  This is not good enough for my little girl though.  She looks at me and with tears in her eyes asks "Dad, can't we pray right now?"
     So we gather up her brother and sister, and kneel down to say a prayer.  Before we're even able to start the doorbell rings.  A neighbor that we've never met is standing at the door and asks "Do you guys have a cat?"  So we tell him that as a matter of fact we are missing one.  He tells us that he thinks it is stuck up in his tree.  He says he had been in the house, and an owl had started making a ruckus out in this tree, so he went to investigate and had found a cat stuck in the tree that the owl was trying to eat.  We promptly follow him to his house, and to the correct tree, and sure enough there is "Scrambler" up in the tree and to scared to come down.  So I get the honor of climbing up and getting him.
     As we return home we once again get on our knees, and this time we are actually able to say our prayer.  But now it is a prayer of thanks, rather than the prayer we had originally intended.   What a reminder to me that our Heavenly Father hears and answers our prayers.  Even the prayers of our heart, that we haven't had time to vocalize yet.  Especially if you have the faith of a little child.