If you don’t travel outside of the country then you cannot possibly know just how disconcerting misplacing a passport is, especially if you already have bought the plane tickets. I was reading through my 2015 journal and was reminded that about a year ago I lost our passports. So what does one do when in a situation like this?
Spend five hours tearing the house apart from top to bottom.
And they were there all along. I had even unknowingly held them in my hand. It was as if God had blinded me so I could gain insights from this struggle. A personal parable. A spiritual lesson. Here is what I learned:
- My husband was not the same man I married. In our early years my husband tended to see the glass as half empty. This same man partnered with me in the passport search and did not complain once. And when the allusive passports were found, he laughed with me. A spiritual change in a husband is cause for celebration.
- If you pray for something, God might take you on a five hour “journey” to find it. Yes, I found the passport, but I also found my prayer list that had been missing for a while too. I always felt like I was forgetting to pray for certain people and would repeatedly ask God to help me find it. Was this passport trek an answer to my prayer about the list? I’ll bet God was laughing along with us that day.
- Figuratively, I learned that seeking a lost soul is hard work. And maybe the lost are right there under your nose…right where you least expect them to be.
- By all means the most profound lesson I learned was that God is the one who brings the lost, not me. I just have to be actively searching, so that when a soul’s heart is opened by Jesus, I am there to speak life to them. see Acts 16:1