A cool morning! Seven AM and not even 70 degrees! People, like me, who live in hot climates take notice of such delightful changes. It's time to decorate!Before I could put up our fall decorations, I had to pull them out--from under the stairway, through our kitchen pantry.
A bunch of stuff had to be moved to get to the boxes marked, 'fall.' Food items, storage containers, ice chests and lots and lots of bags."It's always good to have extra bags on hand, isn't it?" That's what I told myself as I gathered piles of plastic and paper bags that littered the tile floor.
And then I stopped.
There, underneath all of those bags was a green item. I thought I'd lost it. In fact, I had replaced it. My fly swatter! I lifted it and hung it in it's place along side the new white one. It was there all this time. Hidden under the pile of old paper bags. And I thought I'd lost it.
Some times we or people we know are like that. Lost or at least hidden under a bunch of stuff. It might be fear or anger. Maybe when the only thing others can hear is our sarcastic words. Maybe all they see are our judgmental attitudes. But all that is just the stuff that hides our pain, sorrow and hurts. It's not the real us. We're hiding. We're lost. Jesus said He can to seek and find the lost. There is always joy when a person who was lost is found and even if what you discover is as ordinary as a flyswatter, it's good when it's restored to it's rightful place.
I hope you've experience the joy of being found by Jesus. If not, just call out to Him, He will come and find you.
