I recently searched my house, top to bottom, for a set of handmade advent ornaments that mysteriously went missing. It was Michael who finally found them. He joined the search after he walked in on me sitting on the floor wailing like a baby amid boxes of Christmas decorations.
The experience reminded me of a story told by Jesus.
Or suppose a woman has ten silver coins and loses one. Doesn’t she light a lamp, sweep the house and search carefully until she finds it? And when she finds it, she calls her friends and neighbors together and says, ‘Rejoice with me; I have found my lost coin.’ In the same way, I tell you, there is rejoicing in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents. Luke 15:8-10
I get lost sometimes. Lost in the mundane. Lost in my head. Lost in forgetting to focus on the positive. Lost in day after day after day of my child’s pain. Lost in forgetting I am loved by the God of the universe.
And then I lose it over Christmas ornaments.
Jesus doesn’t let me stay lost. He gets down into the dusty places and finds me.
Jesus finds me. Today, I lean heavily on this truth.
We are in clinic for an exhausting list of tests and procedures. Thank you for continued prayer and support.