…it is not the will…that one of these little ones should be lost.  Matthew 18: 10-20  The joy of “finding” and being found has new meaning for me these days. Recently, we spent several days cleaning and preparing the room of my eldest son. The room has gone through several transformations over the years but this time was a little different. Our motivation for this transformation was to have a comfortable place for my brother-in-law who will be visiting from Japan. When my son moved we allowed him to take whatever furniture he needed for his new place which left the room empty. Over time it became a dumping ground for anything that didn’t have a place. Needless to say if we couldn’t find something it was probably lost in that room. We picked up, packed up, cleaned, dusted, and vacuumed until it was restored to a usable and quite comfortable space. In the process we found two handmade gifts, a baby quilt and an embroidered birth announcement. Both created for the occasion of celebrating new life, now once again visible for others to see. Finding those two special items reminded me of the times God has found me when I didn’t know that I was lost. The image he created as me emerging from rubble and chaos simply caused by time and the busyness of life. Once again I am dusted and cleaned off; a visible testimony for the celebration of life, all to the Glory of God, that others might “see.”