My routine as a boy after school during the spring each year was pretty much the same. I would go home from school put my books away and then go outside to earn a nice frozen fudge pop. It really was quite easy to earn one of these delicious treats. We would grab a key on a purple string from my parent’s bedroom, unlock the lawn shed, grab the tools for dandelion removal and then place the key on the purple string back in my parent’s bedroom. For every bucket of weeds we received a fudge pop. One particular day I followed this routine with the exception of placing the key on the purple string back where it belonged. When my mother arrived home later that day she noticed that the key was not in the appropriate place. Mom was quite particular about losing things immediately came outside to retrieve the key from me. It was then that I made a terrible discovery. The key was not in any of my pockets. Mom, doing what moms sometime do then proceeded to tell me that I could not come inside until I had found the key. Not even for supper. Needless to say that got my attention and the search was on for the missing key. My sister took some delight in my plight from the inside of the house as my mother was soon cooking up a storm and still no key. Time passed and I found myself sitting on the step outside the lawn shed thinking that I would never be inside the house again when I remembered to pray. The prayer was simple and was something like this. “Lord I have lost the key on the purple string. I am hungry and I want to go inside. Please help.” I opened my eyes and two steps later the key on the purple string was in my hands. It was just sitting there on top of the grass in plain sight. That prayer was really the first time I can remember a prayer that was not a standard “thank you for the food or bless me as I sleep” type prayer. Many times since then I have prayed and God has not answered like that. Sometimes the answer is totally opposite what I ask and I am grateful that God answers as He sees fit. However at that time for me as a small boy I realized that God cared about me and that key on a purple string. My parents still have the key on the purple string and I still have a faith in a hearing and caring God that longs to have a conversation with us. It was later that I discovered I Timothy 2:1-8 where we are encouraged to bring our supplications to God and to pray everywhere and basically about anything. It was certainly a life lesson that I began to learn that day and continue to learn in my walk with Jesus.