Uh oh.
There was a sinking feeling, followed by a slight panic, followed by a quick mental plan of how to survive the next several hours without diapers, wipes, a nursing cover, pacifiers… Then there was the realization that my phone and wallet were also in the bag, as well as a few of Sam's things, including his most favorite treasured water bottle.
Arthur and I exchanged panicked glances and debated quickly whether to go register the lost bag right away or wait until after lunch. We decided that sooner was better, so he set off back to the station office. Sam soon realized what was missing and started to cry, so I prayed with him that God would get us our bag back. Today.
We had been on a Chuo line train, which ends at Tokyo station and then heads back across the city and out to the western suburbs. Arthur crossed over to the platform where a train was parked, delayed on it's return from Tokyo station. He ran along looking through the windows and stepping briefly into the train cars, in the infinitesimally small chance that this could be the same train, and…
wait for it…
When he came back to the restaurant with the bag and the story, we stopped to thank God. (This was immediately followed by a much-needed diaper change.) We praise him for answering prayer for something so small yet so complicated.
And as we reflect back we are reminded that the God who knows the number of hairs on our heads and sees each sparrow that falls can keep track of a diaper bag traveling solo across Tokyo. Surely his care for us is great!