Three Fold

A few weeks ago, Kayla picked a pumpkin from the pumpkin patch. As soon as she got it home, she painted a face and pink hair on it. So cute. She set it on the front porch with our bigger pumpkin and set leaves around it, even a few berries. Well, the next morning, it was gone. Someone took her cute little pumpkin. Not even the biggest pumpkin but one clearly belonging to a child.
Kayla actually wasn't particulary upset about it. Jack couldn't believe it. He and the two little boys across the street knocked on doors and searched all around, looking for Kayla's pumpkin.
I thought that was the end of it.
No. One of the neighbor boys brought her one of his pumpkins. Then, a week or so later, some friends of our family went to the pumpkin patch and left Kayla a new one on our porch. Well, this week Kay had a dentist appointment. When we pulled up, she immediately noticed a truck full of pumpkins and said, "Mommy, wouldn't it be funny if Dr. Joe said to me, Kayla, you can have one of those pumpkins from the truck?" Wouldn't you know, when her appointment was over, Dr. Joe told he she could pick any pumpkin she wanted from his truck.
Wow. I said to her, "Kayla, God didn't just give you one new pumpkin. He gave you three!" She just smiled.