It’s Friday. We write. 5 minutes. That is all. There’s a whole group of us that write.
Lost and found. Forever lost. Forever found.
Lost is a black hole in my mind. Lost love, lost homes, lost time, lost things, lost memories. They all seem to find themselves down that hole like Alice falling into the White Rabbit’s Hole. Forever falling; never arriving.
I’ve lost more things than I can count. Most of the time things lost are insignificant. However, there are some things that just disappear and no matter how much you look or how long you look or how often you look- they just can’t be found. There’s a sadness attached, a sort of undying hope that one day… perhaps. But no.
I was like one of those lost things, forever falling, never arriving. Until. Amazing Grace.
But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace to me was not without effect. 1 Corinthians 15:10a