Five-year-old Farel Baxter was beyond thrilled when his father called him over and told him that he was giving him his knife.  It was his father's own pocket knife which he kept razor sharp.  His father told him that it was a very fine knife, and that he must take good care of it.

Farel was beside himself with joy to be able to possess such a treasure.  His only worry was that he might lose it.

Three or four days later he was in the back yard practicing mumbletypeg with his knife.  He was in a section of the yard that they didn't mow very often, and the grass was long.  Farel gave the knife a flip, hoping that its blade would stick in the ground, and the knife disappeared in the grass.  He searched and he searched, but the knife was gone.

Evening was coming, and his mother called him to dinner.  He kept looking until his mother called again.  He was very somber at supper.  He had lost his father's valuable knife, and couldn't bring himself to tell him.

After supper he took a flashlight out in the yard and looked again until his mother called him in to go to bed.

"What are you doing out there?"

"I've lost the knife Dad gave me, and I can't find it."

"Have you prayed about it?"

"No."

"Well, you go up to bed, kneel and pray about your knife, and tomorrow you'll find it."

Farel did so.  In his little-boy language he asked Heavenly Father to please help him find his father's knife.

First thing next morning, Farel pulled on his clothes and rushed out to the back yard to look for his knife.  He parted some grass, and there, lying flat on the ground, was the knife.

Farel's mother thus taught her little boy the value of prayer, which gift has stuck with him for 72 years.