He turns our sorrow into dancing

One word.....Hibernation.   I did not know hamsters hibernate.  My dad came to do the task of burying little Patches.  He called me outside and told me he was not dead.  When I picked up the little fur ball he was not acting like he use to do.  I cuddled it in my hands for about twenty minutes.  I prayed about what to say to my son.  He had already cried and said his goodbyes.  Now the dead was alive, but not like he was before. 
Fast forward thirty minutes...I now have a "dead" hamster running all over the house in his little ball and a little boy laughing and running after it.  Thank you Lord for your little life lessons and Lord, thank you for keeping you eye on a little fur ball named Patches.