God doesn’t always answer us with words.
Our keys were missing. We searched everywhere. And I prayed.
In my mind’s eye, I saw our toddler pushing those keys through the grid of the laundry basket. I checked, and Praise God! There they were, nestled beside the folded clothes.
Much later, I realized that the little movie playing in my head didn’t come from my eye-level, about five feet from the floor. No, the viewpoint was somewhere above the ceiling, looking at the top of his little head and straight into the basket. A God’s-eye view.
