I needed to change Drew's diaper. He is two and very wiggly so it is sometimes a challenge to keep him stationary. The diaper was on the coffee table and I was ready. Drew was on the couch he was ready. No diaper. I looked on the floor, under the table, everywhere nearby. No diaper. I had just seen it so it was not possible that it had disappeared. But it had.
I stood up, went into the bedroom, got another diaper, and came back to the coffee table.
There in plain sight was the missing diaper. On the coffee table where I had last seen it. It had somehow reappeared. Somehow the molecules reconfigured? Or my ability to see and then not see and then see again shifted?
Has this ever happened to you?
I could provide an easy dozen examples: reappearing objects, sounds and sights that don't make sense, messages from a beloved pet direct from heaven, the special flower my Father sends me every year without fail, appearing where it should not, when it should not.
I have been wondering why it is that these windows and mysteries are not acknowledged and not encouraged at very early ages, when we are young children; why, quite the opposite, what we see and what we know is discouraged and dismissed as illogical and impossible.