Little Lost Treasures
“Or what woman, having ten silver coins, if she loses one coin, does not light a lamp and sweep the house and seek diligently until she finds it? And when she has found it, she calls together her friends and neighbors, saying, ‘Rejoice with me, for I have found the coin that I had lost.’ (Luke 15:8-10 ESV)
When my daughter Tia was three-years-old she was still my only child and a bit . . . spoiled. The word, ‘rotten’ comes to mind, actually.
Anyhow, one day as I was putting away her toys before dragging my extremely pregnant self into bed, I noticed that the pony to her special Polly Pocket set was missing. Now, a normal woman would just forget about it, or look the next day; but not old, OCD toothbrush Lori. I stayed up for hours, sweeping under heavy wardrobes and moving couches as I just couldn’t stand to see her little face disappointed at the loss. I never found that silly pony and was still searching during our move a year later. It wasn’t even about Tia anymore, it had gotten personal.
So as dysfunctional as that behavior was, it does make me smile and see myself whenever I read the chapter in Luke about the lost sheep, coin and son. It’s comforting to know that the Creator of the universe counts each one of us as worthy to be rejoiced over when we repent and return to Him.
Father, we thank You that You never give up on us but that Your Holy Spirit continues to seek us out and pull us home. Help us to find peace in the fact that You see our loved ones who are lost. Oh that we may rejoice with You and the angels upon their return. Amen.