Dorothy's Desk

Lost Things, Found Things

8“Or suppose a woman has ten silver coins and loses one. Doesn’t she light a lamp, sweep the house and search carefully until she finds it? 9And when she finds it, she calls her friends and neighbors together and says, ‘Rejoice with me; I have found my lost coin.’ 10In the same way, I tell you, there is rejoicing in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents.”

Luke 15:8-10

IMG_2637 Many years ago my grandfather bought my grandmother a beautiful necklace,  a lovelier (lawv-a-leer), as an engagement gift. She did not get a diamond engagement ring. It has a ruby in the center surrounded by seed pearls on a delicate gold chain.   It is beautiful and irreplaceable. My grandmother gave it to my mother and she gave it to me. I intend to give it to my daughter. And I couldn’t find it.

We are in the process of moving. So I’m touching everything I own at least twice. Packing and unpacking. I have been culling my belongings of whatever I’m not willing to move. During this process I decided to give the jewelry to my daughter that I intended to give her later. Why wait? Why not let her enjoy these things now?

So I went to the drawer where I kept the necklace. I kept it in a jeweler’s box to protect it and keep it secure. I couldn’t find it. I searched the drawer where it should have been. I looked at every single thing. Multiple times. Then I expanded and searched every drawer in that room. I removed every thing and searched diligently. Nothing.

So I prayed. Father, I know you know where this necklace is. I understand that all things of this world are passing away. But this is all I have left that was my grandmother’s. Please show me where the necklace is. Please let me find it. Please.

I experienced a calm knowing that God knows and would show it to me. I continued to pray and search… the same places over and over again. Maybe He would allow it to be there…somehow.

My dresser is well made. The drawers are on metal runners that don’t let the drawers be removed. I tried everything short of breaking it. I needed to search the area between the drawers. One of the drawers is wobbly and moves a lot more than the others, but I couldn’t see in there or get my hand in there. What were the chances it would be there anyway?

Today Jerry, Mary Kaye, and I were working on getting things done in that room. Mary Kaye began to ask questions about where I had searched for the necklace. I gave her a complete rundown of the methodical and thorough search I had conducted over many days

Then I told her about the wobbly drawer and my failed attempts to look at the spaces between the drawers. She kneeled on the floor under the drawer and used her iPhone as a flashlight to see between the drawers.

‘I see something,” she said. Then she somehow squeezed her small hand in there and pulled out the jeweler’s box and handed it to me.

I shook the box and could feel something in there. The box was intact and I opened it to find the necklace. I had searched for so long and here it was.

The Lord let me have the necklace back. It was all I could do to hold back the tears. I am humbled and full of rejoicing. In a world as full of turmoil as our world, He chose to give me my grandmother’s necklace.

And I thought of the woman in Luke 15 who searched for a missing coin. She HAD to have that coin. She HAD to find it. She swept the house, swept the dirt floor, moved every thing looking for that lost coin. To us it would have been worth about a penny. To her it was much more.

It was valuable. She rejoiced when she found it. Called all her friends and shared her joy.

So in verse 10 Jesus says, “10In the same way, I tell you, there is rejoicing in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents.”

And I’m struck silent. Have I reached out to a lost soul with the same kind of desperation which drove me to search for the necklace? Isn’t a soul worth more than a necklace? I rejoice about the necklace, and I should because I prayed and God graciously showed me where it was. So how about praying for those who are lost? Unless they come to Christ, they will be doomed. Forever lost.

I am extremely thankful for God’s answer to my prayer. He displays His grace in so many ways towards us.

And I’m gently reminded to pray for and reach out to the lost. Because I was once lost, too.

3 thoughts on “Lost Things, Found Things

  1. dotlatjohn

    Beautiful post, full of important lessons. You final thought gave me chills. I’ve misplaced things before and prayed a similar pray, which was answered. I love it that the recipient found the necklace, which is beautiful. What a joy on so many levels! I have already given my daughter some things, too, with the same reasoning. Thanks for a great lesson today.

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