|Earlier this week I lost my wallet!
This is no laughing matter… I first realized it may be missing on Tuesday as I was heading out the door and it was not setting in its usual place. I pacified my fears by telling myself that it was in my closet.
When I got home Tuesday night, I started looking more seriously for it. I searched high and low…in the closet, in the van, in my pockets, in the dryer, in the van again, in the junk drawer, in the van (there is something about the van that attracted me to look there), outside on the deck, in my closet (about 5x) and then I remembered…
The night before we went to the Royals game and I didn’t recall having it after the game. I nearly convinced myself that it had fallen out of my pocket in the seats. I was able to sleep good since I was pretty sure it would be in the Royals lost and found.
Wednesday morning I called the lost and found and waited about 5 minutes…as the seconds ticked by I was pretty sure my chances of it being there were diminishing. Pretty soon the voice returns, “I’m sorry, we don’t have your wallet in the lost and found.”
“Where in the world is my wallet?”
A call to Leigh-Ann (happy Mother’s Day :))to see if she can look more around the house. We conclude together that Z may have taken it…I know…blame the kid who can’t defend himself…lol.
After lunch on Wednesday, I decided to stop home to look…van, closet, pockets, etc. After several minutes of looking, I went out on the deck again just in case…
And there it was!!!
The weather was so nice on Monday that I went out on the deck to finish up some emails before bed. Since the chairs are hard, I took my wallet out of my pocket and set it on the table.
My wallet was alone outside for about 40 hours. The longer it was missing, the more I thought about it…absence does make the heart grow fonder. I missed my wallet because it held something that was very valuable to me…my identity and my money.
In a sense, I have invested myself into my wallet and when it turned up missing, I became desperate very quickly.
What if we invested as much into our relationships as I do into my wallet?
This Sunday we are going to look closely at 1 Thessalonians 2:7-8 as we study the essence of finding and being community. Verse 8 says, “we were ready to share with you not only the gospel of God, but also our own selves.” Paul experienced community in its deepest form because he invested his identity and sacrificed his most valuable assets for the believers in Thessalonica.
One more great thing about this passage is that Paul uses the love of a mother as metaphor…pretty fitting as we will also celebrate motherhood.
I hope you can be a part!