When I was cleaning out the garage today, I was amazed what I found! An old pair of shoes that had been missing forever, the second glove to Emily's garden glove set, Connie's ice cream bucket I borrowed for graduation... I started to think about things we lose and how much fun it is to find them. It is like a huge relief when they are found, like a weight lifted off your shoulder.
I wonder if that is how God feels about us when we are found? I wonder if he gets that old familiar feeling like "everythings gonna be okay" because he found us!
The girls just got back from church camp this past week. They had an incredible time with God. The whole week I prayed that the Holy Spirit would just "find" them. I sent them mail and wrote out the scriptures I was praying for them - they never got the mail, but I still prayed, and God still answered.
We have such a great God. He never gives up. He searches until He finds us, and when He does, it is like finding an old pair of shoes.... and it just fits.