On Saturday we went to a Lowe's Kid workshop... the project was the Grave Digger monster truck. When I registered the kids we had a long discussion about skeletons, zombies, blood, guts... that kind of stuff. I'm not a fan of any of that and see no reason at all in celebrating death. If you can't tell, I've very opinionated about this! So when we saw a picture of the "Grave Digger" I suggested that instead of putting the skeleton stickers on the monster trucks we could bring them home and paint them instead.
That was our plan!
So at the workshop my literal son made a show of how gross the stickers were and immediately took them and threw them in the trash... okay -- we have a whole new set of lessons to work on... AGAIN! But we made the trucks!
We brought them home (or so we thought)... and later that evening when we went to paint them... we could NOT find Ethan's monster truck... anywhere. We searched everywhere -- several times. I hate when things are lost... it makes me feel like I am losing my mind. We started to question whether or not Ethan's truck made it home... did it fall out of the van when we were at the Dollar store (the only stop we made on the way home)? Did we leave it at the workshop?
After searching for over 30 minutes... I saw Ethan crumbled on the couch. His face was sad and he said to me, "I've been praying God would help me find my truck, but He isn't! Does He even hear me?" Wow... a big thing in a life of a child. I remember God answering my prayers at that age and knowing He was real -- here before my eyes my son was going through one of those moments.
My mother in law called and I told her about it and she suggested that I take him back to Lowe's and ask if they had another kit. I hadn't thought of that... Lowe's is seriously 1/4 of a mile from our house... so is Home Depot... funny huh?
So I loaded my sad boy in the van and we drove over there. They were out of kits, but someone had left their "stickered" monster truck at the workshop. They gave it to him as well as another wood kit to build a boat!
On our way out to the car Ethan exclaimed, "My worst day ever just turned into my best day ever!" We had a good talk on the way home about how God always listens to us and even cares about a "Grave Digger" monster truck. I hope this lesson has sunk deep into my little boys heart... God does hear us... even when it seems like He is miles away... good lesson for Momma's heart, too!
*** the next day we found Ethan's other monster truck...