It’s frustrating to lose something important, isn’t it?
“I just can’t find it anywhere,” I said as I looked at my husband while turning my den upside down.
These past two days I have been on a hunt, a hunt for my personal binder that contains my income and expenses. There is a reason for this misplacement other than forgetfulness. We have had our house for sale and of course, every time there is a showing I need to put stuff away — stuff that I have been using.
We showed our house last week — and yesterday I couldn’t find my book.
I looked and looked. I checked all through the cupboards in my den — at least 5 times. I knew it had to be there. It was not.
So even though I have been praying — I prayed a lot more this morning. I prayed for inspiration. But through it all, I was calm about everything — knowing that somehow it would show up. It was just driving me crazy.
The woman and the 10 coins
Then I remembered the story from my Vacation Bible School this summer — about the woman in the Bible who had 10 coins (each one worth a lot of money) and lost one of them. Her reaction was the same as mine — she looked and looked. She did not give up until she found it. And when she found it she had a party.
“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 (The Message, Luke 15:8–9)!’
Our kids at VBS made dioramas to show this story. They used plasticine and other found items. And they hid the one coin.
The woman did find the coin after looking and looking. And she called friends together to celebrate. She felt elated.
That’s how I felt when I found my book this morning.
I shouted — Hurrah. And I didn’t forget to thank God for helping me find it. By the way it wasn’t in my den. Somehow, in my “clean up state” I had stuffed it into our bedroom cupboard. No idea why — but there it was.
Note to self: Remember where you hide things.
The next line in Scripture is the important one:
“Count on it — that’s the kind of party God’s angels throw every time one lost soul turns to God (The Message, Luke 15:10).”
When I searched and searched for my purpose and meaning in life, I found Jesus. It took me a long time — it was a struggle. But I celebrated — and I am sure the angels celebrated when I was found.
What about you? What is your story? Are you searching for your purpose? Do you feel something is missing?