From a very early age my son Michael had an absolute faith in God. Even while still in diapers he would quickly go to prayer whenever there was a need. Anytime one of his older sister couldn’t find a piece of clothing or a shoe, Michael would go straight to prayer-and it was always answered.

Because I had a tendency to lose my ink pens I coughed up the money to buy an expensive chrome Cross pen -I felt that I would take better care of a pen which cost me.

It turns out that I was very careful with my new pen and no longer found myself rummaging around trying to find a misplaced pen. Literally after years of keeping track of that pen, one day I couldn’t find it. After looking everywhere that I could think of for two weeks, I finally gave up.

When I mentioned to my wife that I was going to have to buy a new pen, little Michael asked, "Why Daddy?" After I told him that my old pen was lost and that I had looked for it and couldn’t find it, he said,"Did you pray and ask God to show you where it is?" Immediately I though, "that is so cute and precious" but I was a little embarrassed to say, "No, son I haven’t." He said, "I’ll pray" and laid his little body face down on the sofa and simply told God that his Daddy’s pen was lost and said "show him where it is." Again, I thought it so cute and precious, but I didn’t expect God to really care about my ink pen.

A couple of days later I was on interstate coming home in my business work van when the oil light came on. I was only five miles from home but decided to exit early at a small community that had one gas station. However something moved me to pull into the parking lot of a Church to check my oil. As I was walking back to get in my van a bright reflection suddenly hit my eyes. I could see that there was something shiny in the grass.

When I walked over to investigate I was surprised to see that it was a chrome Cross pen. When I picked it up I recognized that it was my pen! Thinking back I remembered that I had met someone at this Church to give them an estimate for a new sign-but that had never called me back or placed an order and I forgot about it.

But God did know where it was -and maybe He didn’t care so much about such a small thing as much as the faithful prayer of a little child. Whichever, He answered little Michael’s prayer and my lost pen was recovered.

While bike riding near our city park one of pedals suddenly fell off. I had just ridden across a wooden bridge when it happened. I began to search for the little nut that had fallen off but it was like trying to find a needle in a haystack.

Suddenly I heard God speak to me through the Holy Spirit and say, "You haven’t asked Me for help." I acknowledged that and kneeled down and prayed, -"Father help me find the lost nut." As I raised up a tiny black object caught my eyes from all the way on the other side of the bridge. I walked across and saw that it was indeed the lost nut laying on the concrete sidewalk.

After repairing the bike I could hear the Lord communicating saying, "Am I the God of the great whales, or am I also the God of sparrows? Do I not care for small things?" I was thankful and was just agreeing with the Lord as I listened in the Spirit.

I had crossed the small creek and was now riding in the park when I noticed a demon possessed woman on the other side arguing with her demons. She is well own in East Russellville as being filled with demons-however, she loved her demons. As I was riding opposite her on the south side of the creek I heard the Lord say, "Stop and sit on this bench." I was thinking that God was going to have me cast her demons out so I waited anxiously.

After a few minutes I heard her walking through the water in my direction. When she made it up the bank I turned to my left and saw her. She was walking at an angle away from me and was holding a large stone as if to protect herself from me. I don’t know if the demon in her recognized me or if it was seeing angels around me, but she was terrified. Then I said something pretty stupid, -"God loves you."

I meant that for the woman not the demon, but the demon was in complete control and that word caused it to rage. She tried to throw the stone at me but an unseen force caused it to drop straight down. Then she charged me shrieking and growling but she literally could not touch me. I sat calmly on the bench as in frustration she threw the bicycle down and stomped on the spokes. Afterwards she gave me the sign of the devil and said, "I cannot touch you but I destroyed your bike!"

The Lord told me to wait 30 minutes. As I waited I watched her in rage destroy the park bathroom-even ripping the sinks out with great power. When I got up to leave I noticed that the damage on the bicycle was miraculously repaired and I heard the Lord say, "See, I even care about this bicycle."