LOST AND FOUND
Our tummies rumbled —it was time for lunch. “What do ya say we head-in,” I asked, as the girls strapped in. We careened down the mountain and caught the chairlift. My baby and I rode on one chair, while her two, older sisters caught the chair in front. The view ahead would make a great shot, I thought.
I pulled out my daughter’s camera and snapped off a few. As I did, my baby said, “Ah, dad,” while pointing ahead to the summit — quickly coming into view. I frantically unzipped my ski jacket and slide the camera in. “Whew, that was close” I said.
We went inside and took off our gear. But then, I noticed it — the camera was missing. We searched anxiously; nevertheless, the camera was gone! I was disappointed, and hurt for my daughter. It was her camera I lost — her memories. God, in your mercy, please help us find what’s lost, I prayed.
Just when hope waned, a man approached us and asked: “Did you lose a camera?” You can imagine our joy and relief. “Yes, thank you we responded.” As I woofed-down my lunch, Jesus’ parable of the lost coin came to mind. It’s ironic, I thought — we’ll frantically search for our missing toys; but when it comes to finding God’s lost children, we sit put!