We’ve moved far too many times over the last two years, but in this most recent move, I lost something near and dear to my heart.
My wedding ring.
It’s been gone for almost five weeks, and I’ve torn the house apart so many times. I’ve prayed so many prayers, searched through drawers, pockets, and every nook and cranny I could think of over and over.
To make matters worse, we’re about to celebrate our 20th wedding anniversary.
The stone is tiny and not valuable to many, but to me, it’s everything. And it was gone.
I thought of that woman in Jesus’s parable who lost one of her silver coins. Luke 15 tells us that she lit a lamp, swept the house, and searched carefully.
That sounds all good and nice, but I bet that woman tore that house apart 100 times from top to bottom. I know I did.
But you know what else I did? I refused to give up hope.
I kept praying. I kept searching. I kept tearing apart the same closet, bathroom, bedroom, and every other room.
Then, one day, I found a plastic bag in the corner of the closet under four sweaters that contained….
the ring. (!!)
I shouted and jumped and danced and screamed and ran to Leif in wild joy. He celebrated with me. And just like the woman who found her lost coin, I shared the news with my friends–including you!
The Message says in Luke 15:10, “That’s the kind of party God’s angels throw every time one lost soul turns to God.”
My prayer for you is that you will hold onto hope, that you will keep your eyes alert for those things and people who are lost, and you will celebrate with crazy joy when they are found.