Lost Keys, Lost Time, and Lost Shoes

Recent events have strengthened my testimony of my Father in Heaven's interest in the details of my life.
Case study one: Lost keys. I have a little peg that I always hang my keys on in my room--well, almost always. About a week ago I forgot to hang them up before going to bed, woke up the next morning and they were no where to be found. I had a bus to catch and so much to do. My room was kind of cluttered. I looked everywhere, but no keys. Feeling like I had done everything I knew how to do, I pled with Heavenly Father to help me find them--quickly. While I was praying a very gentle thought came to my mind that they were in the seat of my desk chair. For whatever reason I had looked EVERYWHERE but there. I finished my prayer and pulled out the chair, and plain as day, there they sat. What a merciful Father to hear such a simple prayer as, "Where are they keys?" But He does and I am so grateful.
Case study two: Lost time. Last weekend I went home for my sister's college graduation. My plane had a connection in Denver. I was to meet Dallin there and then we we continue on together flying to my parent's house. My plane from Atlanta was delayed for electrical problems and because of a major storm system in eastern Colorado. The entire plane flight I had a prayer in my heart that somehow I could make my connection. It was the last flight of the night. My sister's graduation was the next morning at 8:00 am. If I didn't make the Denver connection there was a good chance I would miss her ceremony too. My layover was just 35 minutes. The plane arrived at the time my flight out of Denver was scheduled to leave. I resigned myself to the fact that circumstances were out of my hands, and that I would have to make alternative arrangements. With just a bit of hope, though I rushed off the plane (amidst a lot of other passengers with my same dilemma) and found the agent at the head of the gate. "Has the flight to Salt Lake City already left?" I asked nervously. Her answer was truly a miracle. No it had not. The plane I had just deplaned was the same plane that would take us to Salt Lake City. My worry and stress over a circumstance out of my hands turned to gratitude and elation that the timing and orchestration was not in my hands. How perfect! How merciful! What a blessing! I made my flight, I found my Dallin, and the lost time did not affect our travel plans.
Case study three: Dallin bought a really fantastic pair of new Sunday shoes over the weekend in Salt Lake (along with a two-pant suit, belt, three shirts, and two ties--handsome, yes indeed!) When we went to the airport he carried the shoes as a carry-on in their original box. In Denver he set them down on a console near a restroom and because of the other things he was carrying, accidentally left them and several hours later discovered his mistake. He returned to the console, but the shoe box and shoes were gone. What are the chances of recovering a brand new pair of expensive leather shoes in an airport with thousands of people teeming to and fro in a constant flow? I thought it rather unlikely. But, we made it a matter of prayer. Wonder of wonders, some kind soul turned in the shoes to the lost-and-found and they were picked up from the airport just a couple of days later. Again, another miracle. Another tender answer to prayer. Another demonstration that Father in Heaven is anxious to bless and help and hear simple, everyday requests. I am so grateful.

So, so grateful.