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"Mom, why are we turning around?"
"We're going back to Edmonton. To get your iPad, Levi." I fought to keep my tone even, though I felt like screaming. I kept telling myself it was only an iPad.
"Mom's not very happy with you right now." Between checking for other vehicles, I glanced at my fifteen-year-old son. His eyes were on vehicles approaching, no doubt identifying each one. He had absolutely no clue about my inner turmoil. All he knew was that his iPad was missing.
We had left Edmonton half an hour before. Since we were later than I thought we would be, I had phoned the lady who was staying with our other children to make sure she could stay until we arrived home. Just as we were reaching the outskirts of the city, Levi reached down to grab his iPad so he could take a picture of a vehicle that was approaching. It wasn't there. Keeping my eyes on the road, I groped around, thinking it had fallen out of his reach. My hand came up empty too. I found a safe place to pull over and Levi and I both looked for the iPad. Nothing.
I knew I had given Levi's iPad back to him after our visit to the toy section in Walmart. "Did you put your iPad down somewhere?" It's never easy to get information out of Levi. Between his speech difficulties and developmental delays, facts come out garbled at the best of times. I talked him through events and we both came to the realization that his iPad had probably been left on the bathroom counter of Walmart.
Most of the way back I was praying. Hoping the iPad would be where Levi left it. Asking God to help me maintain my perspective. Reminding myself that it was only an iPad, costing about $1,000 to replace, but nevertheless only a piece of technology.
When we arrived back at Walmart, we went to the bathroom. No iPad. My heart sank.
"Excuse me. Is there a lost and found in the store?"
The security guard nodded. "What are you looking for?"
"Go check at customer service."
As we walked through the store I continued praying. Trying to prepare myself to deal with the reality we'd never see the iPad again.
"Hi. I came to see if you had an iPad turned in."
The clerk smiled and reached behind her. There it was! Levi's iPad. Safely back in his hands.
I felt like shouting. Instead I thanked God and Levi and I headed home.
Even as I write this, there are tears in my eyes. God cares about you and me! Have you thanked Him for something today?