the keys

your probably wondering what this story is all about. "the keys" what does that have to mean? everyone tells you when you need help to kneel down and pray or you ask someone else to pray for you and eventually sometimes sooner rather than later you pray is answered. well i guess you can say i had that experience today. call me cheese but someone upstairs is seriously helping me out. let the story begin. today i went and spent the day with my aunt julie and my two cousin who are in town from san francisco. we spent the day down at the new city creek spending G's like nobodies business at h&m, forever 21, cotton on, steve madden, etc. now i tend to be a pocket stuffer rather than put things in my purse, i knew one of these days it would get me into some serious trouble. and apparently today was the day. all i remember today was seeing a glance of my keys, i dont remember where or when. just remember being at city creek when they were in my hand. note. i did not drive to city creek. us four girls finish our shopping and meet up with my other cousin (my aunts son) at nordstrom rack. i tried on a few things then went to paige and said "he lets go get these yummy mint chocolate malt balls at deseret books. so we ran over, got a bag then ran back. after we were done at the rack we went to the patagonia outlet and sat down on a couch waiting for one cousin to finish looking around. while walking out to the car i seriously was regretting wearing a skirt, sandals and no warm clothing whatsoever. my aunt could tell that i was cold and we still had time to head to cafe rio to meet up with everyone so she mentioned that we could stop by my house to get a sweatshirt. of course i said yes. dug my hand in my purse to find no keys! i looked in my shopping bags, i shook all my bags. no jingle. so instead we went to my parents house began to dump things on the ground. no keys. started calling the stores i went to into. no keys. oh and by the way. i have no spare. big no no. yes i did cry because all i was thinking was $$$$$$$ maybe this was a sign that should not spend money. i dont know but i was seriously stressed. i gave up on the stores and called a toyota dealer. asked them what i needed to do and pretty much towing my car, resetting my key thingy and then getting a new key plus a spare would be around $200. yikes. of course this all goes down when the rain clouds come in and its freezing cold and pouring rain. so my mom being motherly unlike my father who bailed with disappointment hands me her keys and tells me to go down to city creek and trace my steps. i hope in her care with my purse and as i am about to walk out that door i say under my breath. i hate this why does this have to happen. i get in my moms car and before i start the engine for someone reason i looked in my bag again but instead i looked in the little deseret book bag that was holding my mint chocolate malt balls. and low and behold i saw a little shiny thing that looked like a key. i went back into the house and i looked at my mom and told her that i found them. my aunt told me as i was walking out the door that she said, we need to say a pray. as my aunt said that my mom told me that she was saying to herself, please let her find her keys. even though i didnt do the praying. someone else was praying for me and that help that i need was given to me. because i really wouldnt have looked in my bag again. because i dumped everything out earlier. so for all you no believers that your prayers have not been answered, pray a little harder, be more humble because eventually your prayer will be answered maybe not as fast as others but eventually it will be answered.