Feeling my age, slowing down.
It’s a daily challenge to focus on what can be done versus can’t or shouldn’t.
Kate told me I was lucky, related to her, not aging.
“Momo, you’re the only person I’ve had sleepovers with. You’re lucky.”
I am lucky or blessed, to sound less like I bet and won the lottery.
Late yesterday, I felt unlucky when I couldn’t find my black change purse, containing two credit cards, driver’s license, and about $10. It disappeared somewhere between the Common Crow market and Sage’s floral shop.
After fumbling around in the dark parking lot, trying to see if it’d slipped between seats, I gave up, went home, brewed some tea and felt old, vulnerable and lost. Lost without Jud to listen, put on his coat, grab a flashlight and search the car. But Jud was nowhere to be seen and it was dark and I couldn’t bear to go back out, so did what I could: prayed, called to freeze the credit cards, and ate a piece of dark chocolate.(O.K. two pieces.)
Rushed out this morning to meet friends for breakfast, then on to a program of Lessons and Carols with our book group. After hearing my tale of woe, Meredith said,”As soon as this is over, I’ll go out to the car and search. I can bend my knees and crawl around.”
Meredith found the lost change purse.
I found God sometimes shows up as a friend, who’ll bend knees, even crawl, to find what or who is lost.
Quite an adventure.
Adventure…”a bold, risky undertaking.”
And it was.
and is, when one pauses and ponders.
This risk-taking God, Jesus Christ, came and continues to come because He can’t bear to let any of us fall into the cracks of life, to stay lost.
God’s Adventure, searching for lost treasure.
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