The first two weeks of school for Caleb were quite eventful.
He blew out two pairs of new shoes.
He somehow outgrew two new pairs of jeans.
On the second day of school, he lost his water bottle that
matches his lunchbox.
I dealt with the shoe and jeans situation.
However, for the rest of that first week of school,
I checked the lost and found to locate the
bottle without success.
We found a substitute.
Or so I thought.
This past Tuesday, Caleb announced before he
went to school that he thought he knew where to find
his missing bottle.
I asked where and he replied the lost and found.
I told him that I had already looked several times and
I doubted that it would be there.
It had been six weeks.
After school, he told me he had a surprise.
He opened his backpack and presented the missing
water bottle with a salute.
I was surprised and I was pleased.
I was delighted because he was thrilled at his discovery.
Caleb’s pursuit of what was lost this week made me ponder over
what I believe about things that are lost.
Do I believe that somethings can be found…even if it has been
a long time?
Do I think that finding is only for others?
Or have I read the verses and parables about being lost
and found so often the meaning has been diminished?
Is there anyone that I think will always be lost?
What parts of my life have I drawn the
conclusion will always remain out of view?
What substitute am I using in place of the original?
Spend a little time meditating on these verses and allow
the Lord to breath new life into each word.
For the Son of Man came to seek and to save what was lost.
Luke 19: 10
Keep on asking and it will be given you;
keep on seeking and you will find;
keep on knocking reverently
and the door will be opened to you.
For everyone who keeps on asking receives;
and he who keeps on seeking finds;
and to him who keeps on knocking,
the door will be opened.
Matt. 7: 7-8
Caleb gave me a snapshot of what faith
without doubt looks like this week.
To him it was obvious where to look.
It should be clear to me as well.
He reminded me to be relentless in
I didn’t think he even remembered about the
lost bottle or that it concerned him.
Caleb helped me see that God always remembers
the lost and He is concerned and has not forgotten.
Don’t ever give up.