Have you ever lost something… never to get it back. I believe One person’s Loss…is often another’s Treasure. ~ Time and again… especially since traveling In and out of airplanes and hotels…or past jobs… it seems I’ve lost my share without even trying… from cellphones or money… shoes and sunglasses… clothing…to jewelry….~ Even the human toll of loved ones held dear…simply gone. ~ With many a lost items over the years…I always pray…if I’m not meant to get them back…I hope they bless the finder. These blessings seem to go both ways.. and sometimes…if meant to be…the lost is found….and eventually returned.
The other day while making my way through O’Hare airport headed for my gate…I happened to catch a glimmer of Gold… right there in front of me…right there…at the very foot of me!
As curiosity would have it…I stopped dead in my tracks…only to witness a tiny small fragile delicate yet beautifully crafted… but broken Cross on the ground… going unnoticed… and passed over by others. ~ Yet there it was…waiting to be found.
As I picked it up to see for myself… this timely trinket… that had fallen off some other unknown airport angel… was placed in my path…right on que. Another divine connection…for in this fallen world…I continue to fall at the foot of the Cross everyday… for that is where my Soul feels safe. Life is so uncertain… and as I navigate through uncharted territory…Lost…in my own sense…I always pray God finds me…and puts me right where he needs me… as I live a different perspective since my greatest loss of Dean Blixt.
Life is not my own to keep. ~ Life is hard enough with Faith and these days… I can’t imagine getting through life… and grief… without it. ~ In the midst of our days…we too…are so very small…so fragile…so delicate…and so broken. Just like the cross I found. And in this moment… the irony at my feet…is so obvious and… Great. ~ It’s like my mantra…when asked how I’m doing…I tell others…I just stay put at the foot of the cross… and ask God to put me where he needs me.
So…to literally come across this small treasure…lying at my own feet….is like hearing God say…”You’re at my foot…but don’t forget…I too am with you at yours….lighting your path every step of the way….guiding you to right where you’re meant to be.”
And just like Dean….now lost from my own care…only to be back in the hands of the rightful owner…~ is like returning a blessing to the one who held his Soul…since the beginning. ~ What once was lost…is now found! It’s where the lost treasure in each of us… was meant to be kept all along.
~Thy word is a lamp unto my feet … and a light unto my path~ psalm 119:10.