Lost & Found

“But in their distress they turned to the LORD, the God of Israel, and sought him, and he was found by them.” 2Chronicles 15:4

We look for so many things each day, don’t we? When we can’t find something, we stress and worry yet when our children lose something, stress and worry, we do our very best to help them through their anxiety, comforting them by letting them know that it’s okay, they’ll find what they are looking for, what’s missing will turn up.  As moms, we travel around the house searching for the toy that appears to have hidden on its own, for the other flip flop that looks as if it hopped away or for the homework that is by your child’s every recollection, complete and thought to have been placed in the backpack.  Lost things….sigh. Usually found, sometimes not.

We don’t have to scramble when looking for God.  He is always there, always waiting for us and always available. He may not be visible, He may not always speak to us in an audible voice, but He is present. We find Him in prayer, in the scriptures and within our hearts and spirit.  He is near and can always be found–for the big things and the small, and for everything in between. We just need to look.

So look for Him today in all that you are doing, Mom.

He may even know where that flip flop is hiding.

 

Comments

  1. Marilou says:

    Linda I know so much about lost and frequently not found items. In my notes on FB I have a poem by George McDonald about ‘The Girl Who Lost Things’. That may not be the name of the poem. It is my favorite poem, by an amazing writer and one of my favorite subjexts 🙂

    • Marilou says:

      I was able to find the poem Linda…

      The Girl That Lost Things

      George MacDonald

      There was a girl that lost things—
      Nor only from her hand;
      She lost, indeed—why, most things,
      As if they had been sand!

      She said, “But I must use them,
      And can’t look after all!
      Indeed I did not lose them,
      I only let them fall!”

      That’s how she lost her thimble,
      It fell upon the floor:
      Her eyes were very nimble
      But she never saw it more.

      And then she lost her dolly,
      Her very doll of all!
      That loss was far from jolly,
      But worse things did befall.

      She lost a ring of pearls
      With a ruby in them set;
      But the dearest girl of girls
      Cried only, did not fret.

      And then she lost her robin;
      Ah, that was sorrow dire!
      He hopped along, and—bob in—
      Hopped bob into the fire!

      And once she lost a kiss
      As she came down the stair;
      But that she did not miss,
      For sure it was somewhere!

      Just then she lost her heart too,
      But did so well without it
      She took that in good part too,
      And said—not much about it.

      But when she lost her health
      She did feel rather poor,
      Till in came loads of wealth
      By quite another door!

      And soon she lost a dimple
      That was upon her cheek,
      But that was very simple—
      She was so thin and weak!

      And then she lost her mother,
      And thought that she was dead;
      Sure there was not another
      On whom to lay her head!

      And then she lost her self—
      But that she threw away;
      And God upon his shelf
      It carefully did lay.

      And then she lost her sight,
      And lost all hope to find it;
      But a fountain-well of light
      Came flashing up behind it.

      At last she lost the world:
      In a black and stormy wind
      Away from her it whirled—
      But the loss how could she mind?

      For with it she lost her losses,
      Her aching and her weeping,
      Her pains and griefs and crosses,
      And all things not worth keeping;

      It left her with the lost things
      Her heart had still been craving;
      ‘Mong them she found—why, most things,
      And all things worth the saving.

      She found her precious mother,
      Who not the least had died;
      And then she found that other
      Whose heart had hers inside.

      And next she found the kiss
      She lost upon the stair;
      ’Twas sweeter far, I guess,
      For ripening in that air.

      She found her self, all mended,
      New-drest, and strong, and white;
      She found her health, new-blended
      With a radiant delight.

      She found her little robin:
      He made his wings go flap,
      Came fluttering, and went bob in,
      Went bob into her lap.

      So, girls that cannot keep things,
      Be patient till to-morrow;
      And mind you don’t beweep things
      That are not worth such sorrow;

      For the Father great of fathers,
      Of mothers, girls, and boys,
      In his arms his children gathers,
      And sees to all their toys.

      • Love that Marilou! Thank you so much for posting this beautiful poem. I see why it’s your favorite! Sadly, things are often not found the way they are when we are young….but in the arms of the Father, the true father, all is found.

  2. What a lovely reminder and encouragement that we don’t ever need to look hard for God. He is ALWAYS available to us!

  3. Thank you for stopping by, Alaina! Yes He is always there no matter what, as you said. Love that “no matter what” piece!

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