It’s not much of a story, or a miracle. Still, It’s a hammer stroke that helped forge my testimony in God.

I think I was 10, and I was playing a Sherlock Holmes computer game. It was one of those old games where you clicked on the screen, and if it was there was a clue there, it would light up. I had been looking for clues to get through a locked door for what felt like hours (it was probably only a few minutes). It felt impossible, and I was ready to give up. I remember saying a prayer, asking Heavenly Father to help me find a clue. Within 30 seconds of that prayer, I found the clue, and got the locked door open.

In hindsight, I was waaaaay too young for that game. I don’t think I ever went through that door, or finished that game. I remember feeling embarrassed about praying about a computer game.

I remember feeling stupid for asking God about such a silly thing.

BUT.

I remember how I felt when I found that clue. I knew in that moment that God actually cared about what was important to me. The game wasn’t important, but I was. Since finding that clue was important to me, it was important to Him.

I learned as a 10-year old that God cares about EVERYTHING in my life. It’s the only time I’ve ever prayed about a computer game, but I’ve known ever since that nothing is too small or “stupid” to bring up around Him.