Lost and Found
I lost my cell phone case in January. I searched my purse, my apartment, my desk at work. Nothing. I looked at the Lost and Found at the gym, in case I inadvertently left it on a treadmill. Nope. It was officially missing. And it bugged me.
I found it 2 months later under the driver’s seat in my car, exactly where I hadn’t looked.
For the most part, I’m a pretty organized person. So it’s a rare occurrence when I lose something. But when I do, it drives me up the wall. It often becomes an all-consuming obsession for me to find whatever I’ve misplaced.
I’ve heard people say that they’ve “lost” their faith in Christ. If faith is a choice, how does one “lose” it? And if it somehow becomes “lost,” wouldn’t one search for it until it’s found?