Wednesday, March 10, 2010

My dearest God,

I lost my keys on Tuesday. When I went into the hospital for a doctor's appointment and returned to my car, my keys were gone. The trouble was that I had not only been to my physician's office but also to the lab, the restroom, the coffee shop and cafeteria. I was too weary to walk back. I had another key with me so I used it to drive home. Late in the day I called my doctor's office and they told me they had my keys.

Last week I lost my keys. I had left the house for an appointment and literally from the time I walked out of the house, put out the recyclables and picked up the paper, they were gone. I used my extra key again. When I got home and stepped out of the car in the garage, I found my keys in the recyclable box.

Both times I breathed a prayer of thanksgiving. Losing something valuable is always troubling. Finding something always brings joy and gratitude.

You are
the author
of discovery.
You lead
and guide me
to what
is lost.
The process
of finding
the lost
is filled
with anticipation
and a sense
of hopefulness.
Both God
of the lost
and the found,
I am always
grateful to partner
with you
in the search.
Thank you.

Love, Andrea