Lessons learned from Mom; or "Oh where is my hairbrush?"

When I was 14-ish I lost a contact in my bedroom. Oh yes. It was THAT exciting. I was taking them out and I dropped it somewhere between my eyeball and case. I called for my mom and she came to my rescue, scouring every inch of my being to make sure it wasn't attached to some inconspicuous piece of clothing that I couldn't see or reach. After about 10 minutes, I gave up, came to terms with the fact that I was going to have to do some strategic planning for the next couple of months, and left. About 20 minutes later, my mom called for me. I found her in my bedroom pointing at a very shriveled piece of polymer on my carpet. Yup. She'd found the contact. Amazingly enough...I soaked it, cleaned it, and it was just fine. No loss whatsoever. I learned a lot from her that night.
Last night I had a very similar experience. Sort of. I was in the kitchen finishing up the dishes when roommate called for me, requesting a second pair of eyes. She had dropped a contact. I went for a head lamp hoping it would cause a glimmer. No such luck. We looked for a while and she left with a similar thought to mine in the previous paragraph. I said the silent prayer "Heavenly Father. There is absolutely NO GOOD reason for me to not find this contact. Help?" It worked. I found it. In her hairbrush. It was that simple. Simple prayer. Simple answer.