I once spent a year searching for a diamond earring from a set that my parents had given me as a graduation gift. I never found it. I still hope that one day it will show up in some unusual place in my home, but I don’t look for it anymore. I am fortunate to still have one that I wear regularly, which is why only one of my ear lobes has two holes. Of course we are far greater value than the most precious of jewels. Thank you God for of the times when even your roughest of diamonds has been lost, you never stop searching. Rejoice with me, …there is joy in the presence over one sinner who repents (Luke 15:1-10).
…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.”