Tuesday, November 19, 2019
What Was Lost . . .
What do you think? If a man owns a hundred sheep, and one of them wanders away, will he not leave the ninety-nine on the hills and go to look for the one that wandered off?
Cell phones have become an intricate thread in the fabric of our lives. I'm willing to bet (not that I gamble) that 99% of you who are reading this never leave home without yours. Am I right?
And on the rare occasions when we do forget to carry our phones with us, I'm guessing that some level of anxiety creeps into our minds as we're driving along. I know I'm prompted to pray that the Lord would see fit to get me to my destination and back home without a mishap.
I usually carry my phone in my purse. But on Wednesday of last week, I decide to simply slide it into my coat pocket. I am headed to the eye doctor to pick up some fresh contacts for my right eye (the left one has had cataract surgery, so doesn't require further assistance), and then on to the gym, which is right around the corner from there.
When I park my car, I take off my coat and lay it on the floorboard of the passenger side. Great way to cloak my pocketbook! Workout completed, I get back in my car and head for home, not bothering to put my coat back on as I'm no longer chilled.
I arrive home, and carry coat, purse, water bottle, and headphones upstairs. It is several minutes before I remember to retrieve my cell phone. GONE!!!
What??? How can that be? Maybe, it slipped out when I laid the coat on the floorboard?
Back down to the garage, I go. No phone on the floorboard, under the passenger seat, or on the seat itself. Feeling a wave of panic rising, I force myself to think logically. Did I absent-mindedly remove it from my pocket at the eye doctor, leaving it on the counter?
Well, I certainly can't call to find out, so it's back in the car for another run, hoping against hope that my phone is there.
When I ask Amy, the receptionist, if she's seen my phone, I'm crushed by her reply. "No, we haven't seen it, Martha. I'm so sorry!"
"I just can't imagine where it could be," I say. "One minute it's in my pocket, and the next minute, it's vanished."
Amy's face brightens. "Working here, my phone often slips out of my pocket and slides across the carpet, ending up in spots I never would have imagined it would land. Have you looked under the driver's seat?"
The driver's seat!!! "No, Amy, that's the one place I didn't think to check because it seemed so far-fetched, but I'll do it right now. Thanks!"
Holding my breath, I unlock my car, open the back door, and peer at the floorboard under my seat. YES! YES! YES! There is that errant piece of indispensable technology staring up at me!
I am so ecstatic, I fly back to the office to share the good news with Amy. She is thrilled to know her advice has helped resolve my plight. "What was lost," she says with a smile, "now, is found."
"Amen!" I declare.
And as I return to my car, filled with joy and relief, I thank Jesus for that profound day in my life when He left the ninety-nine to come find me, and bring me home.
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