Praying for Lucy: who'd have thought an injured kitten could deepen my family's faith?

It was 10:05 P.M. and the kids were still awake. As I turned my back from the basket of freshly folded laundry, I asked them for the third time to get into their beds. Before another word was said, I turned back to the laundry basket only to find it overturned, and my tow precious children climbing their newly formed mountain. Three, two, one... there went my lid. "Get into bed this instant!" I yelled.

The dynamic duo, knowing not to mess with this tone, quickly scam pered diligently under the covers of their beds. The second their eyes closed for the evening, that little voice inside started beating me up. Noelle, you were too hard on them. Just look at them, they are nothing less then angels. How could you lose your temper with these precious faces? My prayer that night was a common one, Oh Lord, let me know Jam doing something right as a parent. Let me know they're on the right path.

One particular day after I had dropped the children off at a friend's house to play, I zipped through town running errands. Suddenly, the car in front of me swerved. Out from under his front tire, a tiny furry animal desperately scurried to the side of the road. Quickly, I pulled the car over and searched for the animal. After about 20 minutes in the hot Alabama sun, I called off the …