My father wrote in response to my email about it all:
I fondly remember Pastor Collins and Viola singing an old hymn, "Are You Living Where God Answers Prayer"! Now, with tears in my eyes I remember sitting down on the floor in the house on Bridge St. (as I was working late in the evening putting up sheet rock) and praying "Lord, it may seem like a petty thing, but please tell me where I left the framing square. I really need to finish this now and I promise I shall then go to bed." I would just sit quietly compose my heart in expectancy and very frequently I sensed God moving me to get up and go over and move something or look at a certain area and He would deliver me. Of course there were a few times when I sensed He was saying, "No Lowell, I told you to go to bed an hour ago." Actually I think I got that message on Saturday nights...
The Lowell Mannhardt Family when I was small
I thought of my father's story when I lost my cell phone in Hirosaki last Monday.
Mary found it when she went in on Tuesday.
The bad news: it suffered water damage from the dew. The good news: I didn't lose any data! (At least not yet - I still have to put it in to be fixed!) I am SO HAPPY - that is a lot of important data.