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My parents had their Suburban stolen a couple of weeks ago out of a parking lot.  They have been through a lot the past couple of years with the economy hitting them hard like many others.  This was a 1994 Suburban, but my Dad had taken great care of this car and it would likely last them for a very long time.  My Mom also uses this car quite frequently with big catering jobs to transport coolers and other items.  To say that getting this car stolen was devastating is an understatement. 

We started praying that the police would be able to find the car.  Addy was very concerned by this happening.  She prayed every night that Grandma and Grandpa's car would be found. 

A week later, they received a call from the police that their car had, in fact, been found.  My Mom called me right after Addy's dance recital to see if I could help drive to pick it up.  I got off the phone and said to Addy, "Your prayers worked!  They found Grandma and Grandpa's car!"  She got the biggest smile on her face. 

Miracle of all miracles, the car had been deserted in a West Valley neighborhood that someone called on after not seeing it move for a few days.  It was in perfect shape...no windows broken, no parts stolen...likely just some punks out for a joy ride. 

That night when we went to say prayers Addy said, "Mom, I think we should thank Heavenly Father for helping find Grandma's car."  And that's just what we did.