This isn’t about the tv show, although it does start again next month.
This is about the things I’ve lost in the last couple of months.
- I lost my camera. I don’t know how because it has been my constant companion for the two years I’ve had it. It was a good camera and there’s no way I can afford to replace it. I miss it. I miss taking pictures and sharing them with others. It just isn’t there now.
- I lost my keys to my office. I have a loaner, but this is NOT GOOD! I’m pretty sure they’re in our other van — the one I don’t usually drive, but had to drive earlier this week. I can’t describe how much it throws me when I have to switch vehicles. I’ve checked coat pockets and pants pockets to no avail. Time now to go dig around in the other van and see if they’re there.
- Now I’ve lost my cell phone. I had it 3 days ago. It was in the pocket of my purse where it always stays. Then I had to go pick someone else in the — yep — other van and now the phone is nowhere to be found. Ugh.
I don’t know about the rest of you, but times like this really bother me! It isn’t that I’m connected to my things, but rather that I know I’m tired, distracted, and out of my usual places when I start misplacing things. I don’t like the feeling of not knowing where the tools of my daily life are.
I very regularly thank God for the beauty of being found. I know that once I was lost and that I still have a way of taking a very meandering path from time to time. And God found me. For a while I thought that I found him but really? He found me.
Perhaps some day soon I will experience the “HALLELUJAH!” moment of finding my camera, keys, or phone but praise God that He and I have already experienced our own “HALLELUJAH!” moment.
And that’s some pretty amazing grace.