Amazing Grace, in the key of me.

7:45 a.m. “Honey, have you seen my keys?” My husband called from the kitchen.

Rustle. Slam. Bang. Shuffle.

I could hear him searching through (read: demolishing) the kitchen.

“I’ll go through the garbage.” I offered. Knowing he’d never ind them, alone. ( Am I the only woman whose uterus or hormones double as the family GPS for lost items?…. just wondering.)

The keys must be found. I started to dig. He kept looking. Nothing.

Coat pockets were searched. Counters were cleared. (well— piles were moved and then, put back;) The laundry was checked. So was the freezer. (you never know, they could have been there.)

It was also garbage day. He went out to the curb. Yuck. But, It had to be done before the keys were lost forever to the landfill. He carefully- searched through the bags. … Again, NOTHING.

“Take my keys- I’ll find them.” I told him, knowing he had to go out of town for an important work meeting.

My brain started to hurt. I checked all the “normal” spots. The fridge. (It’s where I found the phone- last week.) Under the couch cushions. Behind the carry-out containers from last nights b-day outing to “Chuck E. Cheese.” (Let’s face it- after 2 hours at Chuck E Cheese- our brains were like soggy pizza crust- at that point, the keys could have ended up anywhere.) I checked the washer and dryer, the dishwasher and the microwave. Once the appliances had been examined, I checked our bedroom. Nada. Then, the foyer, again. In desperation, I offered a $25.00 reward to my teens if they found the keys. NOTHING. I may have even asked the dog if she had seen them.

I started to add up the potential cost of replacing the keys…. changing the locks…. the electronic door-unlock fobs for both our cars…. I thought about the therapy we’d have to invest in, to counter the stress of never finding out what half of those keys unlock. I thought about all the ways we may be stranded. Funny how, until something is missing- you don’t realize it’s value.

I couldn’t stop looking for the keys. I HAD to find them.

I wish I could say that God shined a heavenly light and I found them. I wish I could say, that I prayed and God gave me a vision of where the keys were. That, would be cool, but a lie. He didn’t. Instead, I spent most of the day looking for the keys. Eventually- I checked the pile by the shoe rack. The keys were on top of my “other” purse. I have no idea how they got there. But, there they were!

The keys were found and honestly? I felt like dancing. I wanted to call someone and shout:“I found the keys!”. I wanted to post it to my blog. I wanted to call my husband with the good news. I put the keys on the hook where they belong. I absolutely glowed with glee.

That’s when I felt that still, small voice bring to rememberance these verses:

Luke 15:4-7

Jesus tells a parable:

“Suppose one of you has a hundred sheep and loses one of them. Does he not leave the ninety-nine in the open country and go after the lost sheep until he finds it? And when he finds it, he joyfully puts it on his shoulders and goes home. Then he calls his friends and neighbors together and says, ‘Rejoice with me; I have found my lost sheep.’ I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent.”

I could have sworn- I heard the Lord say this- “Keys? That’s good. Glad you found them… but that’s nothing- I wish you understood how I feel about you! You, were lost- but I found you.”

Do you hear a rustle, shuffle, slam, bang in your life? Does it feel like things are being turned upside down? Is garbage strewn about? Maybe- you need to do some Spring cleaning- like I do;) Or, maybe, just maybe – it’s the sound of Him, searching for you. No hiding like my husband’s keys. Let Him find you- you’ll be glad He did. I’m glad He found me!

Amazing Grace- John Newton (you can click the link for John Newton’s story and the rest of the song)

Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound)
That sav’d a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.
’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears reliev’d;
How precious did that grace appear,
The hour I first believ’d!

Thro’ many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
’Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.

Are you ready to be found?

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