I lose everything. When I go out with friends or family members, they always make sure I have my cellphone and purse. “Did you get your cellphone?” Do you have your wallet?” Everyone who knows me has seen me struggle to look for something that I had thought was lost and gone forever.
That sinking feeling of having lost something has, at this point in my life, become traumatizing. So many times I have gasped and felt my heart sink into my stomach. It has become so bad that this overwhelming feeling occurs even when that item lost is worthless or unworthy of my attention.
I hate that feeling. I lost it… It’s gone.
On the other had it is such a joy and relief to find something that was lost. Sometimes you find it right where you left it, or right where it should be, but the relief is the same. The effort put forth to look for it doesn’t matter. The wasted adrenaline invested in the search quickly turns into bliss.
I love that feeling. I found it… It’s mine.
In Luke 15:8-10 Angles of God rejoice over one sinner who repents. They rejoice to find one soul that was lost.
Our Father in heaven cares about ONE sinner so much. He has such power and is so great that He is capable of enjoying a private and unique relationship with each one of us individually. He hurts when we are lost. Invests effort in trying to find us. Celebrates when does… even if we are unworthy. All I can do is to try to be right where I should be. So when he calls for me, we can spend our time together wisely.
