For a time, I felt so anxious, so disconnected, so alone, so LOST. It's a gut-wrenching feeling, especially for someone like me who takes pride in preparedness. I fumbled around in the purse while my thoughts raced back and forth to all the places I had been. Then I remembered the extra single key in my wallet. Ahhh--some relief.
With my packages safe in the car, and the confidence in knowing I COULD make it home, I set out to find my lost keys. Backtracking my steps, I remembered the places I had been...2 hours earlier, I entered at Macy's, returned a dress at one counter, jewelry at another, then went to the restroom on Floor 1. The nice lady at the dress counter had not seen any keys, so she called Gift Wrap to find out if they'd been turned in. No discoveries there, either.
The lady at the jewelry counter was quite busy with customers. My anxious heart couldn't wait. "Excuse me, but has anyone found a set of keys...that perhaps were left on THAT jewelry counter?" The busy lady smiled. She stretched her arm to the top of a kiosk where the lost keys had been waiting for me to return. "Oh, my.........thank you SO MUCH."
FOUND.
Relief. Security. Gratitude. Celebration. Rest.
(The Message) Luke 15: 8-10 "Or imagine a woman who has ten coins and loses one. Won't she light a lamp and scour the house, looking in every nook and cranny until she finds it? And when she finds it you can be sure she'll call her friends and neighbors: 'Celebrate with me! I found my lost coin!' Count on it—that's the kind of party God's angels throw every time one lost soul turns to God."
2 comments:
sometimes i like being lost, because I love the feeling of being found!
oh i just love you - i could go shopping with you - but you could drop me off at barnes and noble or cord camera or the zoo - so we could ride up and back together and eat together and you could still shop alone!!!
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