As I was rummaging around this morning in a closet getting something off of a high shelf, there, crammed in with some old purses, was this macrame plant hanger.
I gave a cry of great joy, since this was something lost that had now been found. My brother went through a tremendous macrame phase over 30 years ago and I had been given two of his creations, both plant hangers. Early on, one of them had been stepped on and broken beyond repair. A few years ago, I was reminiscing about these hangers with my siblings and went on a hunt for this one, which I was SURE we still had. When all my searches came up empty, I conflated the memory of that broken one with this one and mourned over its loss. And now, that which was dead to me was suddenly very much alive!
How fitting that today in my Bible reading, I came across the parable that Jesus told of the lost sheep. He is the Lord of lost things. He is the Lord who searches out and finds them. He is the Lord who brings prodigal sons to their senses and rejoices over their return. And I was one of those lost things, a wasteful, prodigal child that He found and restored to my true Father – oh, what amazing grace! John Newton said it well:
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now am found –
Was blind, but now I see.
That which was dead was given new life. Hallelujah!
I’ll probably delete this in the morning, but He will never fail me nor forsake me, nor delete me!
Lynniebeemuseoday 