The day before we went on the mission trip, I lost $200. I had gone to the ATM to withdraw the money and in a moment of distraction, I forgot to retrieve the money from the slot. I only discovered the loss in the afternoon when I took out my wallet to pay for something.
When J found out about the matter, he said he was going to pray. I called the customer service of the mall I was at and was told no one had returned the money. The lady on the line advised me to make a police report. J reminded me that he had already prayed and looked hopeful that I would be able to get the money back. Everyone else thought it would be a miracle if the money was returned to me.
Anyway, I lodged a police report online. The rest of that day, I had an unsettling feeling within me. It just felt unpleasant to have lost something. Then, I went on the trip and got so busy that I forgot about the money. Hence, when I saw that $200 was credited to my account a few days ago, I was amazed. J's words resounded my mind, "Mama, I've already prayed."
I guess the machine "ate up" my money and the bank returned the money to my account. Whatever the explanation, I learnt from J's childlike faith. "Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it and it will be yours." Mark 11:24