Lost and Found

Last night was a bit frantic for me. My favorite metal Bible was missing. I looked everywhere for it. The usual places: my office, by my bed, the kitchen, the car. No where. It became clear that I had left it somewhere else. I had lost it.

I started worrying a bit. What if I couldn't find it? This was a Bible that I purchased six years ago and I used in devotion for much of that time. My highlight marks, underlines, and notes would be gone. Yes, I could buy another one, but it wouldn't be the same. Before I went to bed last night, I remembered that I had read the Bible over lunch at Burger King while Jackson was in the play area. At 11pm, I wanted to drive over there and ask if they had it. But I waited until morning.

Next morning, at 9:30am, I went to Burger King. I asked the cashier if they had a Bible and a book and she went to check with the manager. I watched her ask him and was relieved when he came out of his office with my Bible.

I'm glad that I am at a place in my journey that I was that concerned about God's word being lost. But in reflection, I realized that it took me a couple of days to miss it. As I move forward in my journey, I want to miss reading His Word as much as I missed my Bible when I thought it was lost.