I lost my key on Monday at work. I looked everywhere that made sense. After a few hours, Hope and Dan were able to stop at the house, pick up the other key, and bring it to me at the hospital. (With her hip recovery, Nancy is off driving for a few weeks).
On Wednesday, I asked one of our police officers if it had been turned in. My friend Lydia heard the request, and realized that she had seen the key on Monday, on a bench outside our office. The bench is also outside another office, and on Thursday, Lydia recovered the key from their office. They were relieved that the key had been found. I was relieved that the right combination of conversations make the connection.
And I was intrigued that the key had gotten lost so close to home. (The bench is 12 feet from our office.) The key came out of my pocket unnoticed as I pulled out a phone or my other keys or my hand. No one was intentionally keeping the key from me, but without asking, it was inaccessible to me.
I’m guessing that we’re often lost close to home. We’re distracted. We’re distressed. We’re worried. Time and attention and relationship slip out of our pockets as we pull out our phones.
But what we value, who we are, is a question, a conversation, a prayer, a meal away.
It’s the weekend before Thanksgiving. I’m asking God to help us find what we’re missing.
“Let the heart of those who seek the Lord be glad.
Seek the Lord and His strength;
Seek His face continually.
Remember His wonders which He has done,
His marvels and the judgments uttered by His mouth”