We’ve all been lost at some point in time. Lost in love. Lost at sea. Lost in a crowd. Lost in faith.
Like a sheep or a coin.
Sometimes we get lost without knowing it. Who of us doesn’t know a story of someone who as a child got separated from Mom or Dad in a big store, and couldn’t for (hopefully) the briefest moment find the way back.
Sometimes we choose a path, headed in a direction that we think will lead someplace we want to go. It happens in relationships–the ones we stay in too long. It happens at work–the jobs that we chose for the now not-so-right reasons.
Like the prodigal son.
The promise of faith is that we will always be found, searched for desperately and welcomed with generous and loving arms. By your love, we are found.