The Still Small Scratching

We had an "incident" yesterday morning. Caleb, Jonathan & Sarah were playing with our two robo-hamsters (Butterfly and Ladybug) that we got for Christmas '07, when the kids got distracted and one of the hammies went missing upstairs in the boys room. Everyone started freaking out (parents included), and kids tears were flowing, as we franticly started the search. We tore apart the beds, yet carefully as to not squish our little hammy. We systematically moved everything to find her, but to no avail. As I sat on the floor I heard a noise, and told everyone to be quiet as we listened. I heard a faint scratching, and I slowly slid open the closet and out trotted Butterfly, who had somehow squeezed through the sliding doors into the closet. Caleb, relieved as he was the last one to be watching them, tearfully told us how he had gone into the other room and said a prayer while we were searching. He told us that it was a lesson to him, and that we should always listen to the "still, small scratching" of the spirit.