[The following post is taken from my mission journal, while my husband and I were serving our couples mission in the UK from 2015-2016]
We went to RAF Feltwell for a run. I only took my ID card and my phone and we had a great run through the field of buttercups. It was so beautiful I stopped and pulled out my phone to take a photo. When we got back to the car I realized that I didn’t have my ID card. It must have fallen out of my pocket when I pulled out the phone. Having that card was crucial to our mission, and being able to get on the airbases to meet with the servicemen. Trying to replace it would be a huge deal…I retraced my steps back to the field, with my companion walking in the opposite direction. To complicate the situation, there were large mowers working in the field, slowly moving in concentric circles towards the spot where I had taken the photo. Back and forth, back and forth we went, scanning the area; I turned to look at my husband, who was a ways off to tell him I hadn’t been that far over, when he whistled to me and pointed to the ground at his feet! In his words: “It was less than two minutes after I uttered a prayer, that I saw it. It was lying vertical, at an angle very difficult to see, but I went right to it.”
We then knelt together in the field of buttercups, and offered a prayer of thanks for starting our day off with this miracle.
It may be a small thing, but if it is important to us, it is important to our Heavenly Father.