“For the Son of man is come to seek and to save that which was lost.” Luke 19:10 KJV

I can’t see! Literally! When it comes to reading or working with my hands, I only see blur. Age has taken its toll and left me dependent upon eyeglasses to do even the simplest things. Running back and forth while working on a project, each time I needed to read something, I’d put my hand to my hair… for nothin’! You see… that is where I USUALLY put my glasses when I am not using them… but USUALLY they are not there. So before I can ‘git-r-dun,’ I have to seek glasses so I can see!

The Dollar Tree is a favorite store because they sell reading glasses for… $1. I buy them in two’s! Most times they are scattered all over the house, so finding one of a dozen pairs should NOT be difficult! Yet I weep at the irony! To complicate matters, each time I found a pair and put them on, I scratched my head. Again… literally! Because this pair has a broken ear piece that digs into my skull. The worst part is, every time I FIND a pair… it’s THIS pair. In a fit of angst… I called out to God… “WHY can’t I seem to lose THESE broken things?” I think I heard Him reply… “Good question!”

I HATE looking for stuff. The older I get the more I lose. I STILL have a ‘BOLO’ out on a set of keys! Pencils, drinking cup, book, sunglasses, wallet; add these to the list as well and I spend a LOT o time SEEKING instead of DOING! Which, I think, is the reason I may have heard God answer me. Because after, “Good question!” I’m pretty sure I heard Him remind me… “seeking is is what ‘I’ do!”

Inanimate objects have no voice. I think it would be awesome to be able to holler… “where are you keys?” and have them holler back… ‘on top of the table where you left me!’ Even if they added ‘dummy’ to the end of the reply, at least I’d a saved the frustration! But lost things don’t holler! Lost and broken things would holler even less.

I didn’t remember getting lost because it happened before I was born. Sin owned me from my first cry and takes up a LOT of my time. I get angry, frustrated and dumber as I seek to do MY own will, only finding that it scratches my life with more pain. But I rejoice that my Savior is ALWAYS seeking me… especially when I am lost and in pain. I rejoice even more that His OTHER job is SAVING me. Even from myself!

If He’s looking for me to save me… I think I’ll holler out by seeking HIM and praying more. His Book says it helps ME to be found… even quicker!