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Or imagine a woman who has ten coins and loses one. Won’t she light a lamp and scour the house, looking in every nook and cranny until she finds it? And when she finds it you can be sure she’ll call her friends and neighbors: ‘Celebrate with me! I found my lost coin!’ Count on it—that’s the kind of party God’s angels throw every time one lost soul turns to God.”




This afternoon,
I realized that I needed to make a transfer from an old-style savings account that had a book, 

to my checking account.  

I had about 15 minutes before the bank closed, 

so I quickly hopped in the car and drove to the bank (Yes, I am aware that there is online banking). 

I arrived at the bank with minutes to spare.

I looked in my purse to find the book I needed and came up empty.

The book was not in the purse as I supposed.  

No book means I can't transfer money from the account.

That's a problem.

I went into the bank, and the nice lady did a one time transfer,

without the book

(it's one of the perks of living in a small town).

Phew!

However, now I needed to find the book.

I couldn't even remember when I had it last.

Yikes!

My stress level was skyrocketing by the minute.

I drove home and started praying and searching.

Everywhere.

In the couch, 

the garbage (I mean it could have been thrown out).

It wasn't going to garbage mountain.

In the car, 

under the floor mat.

We left no place unchecked.

Finally after rooting through three bags of trash,

we went back to the car one more time.

We started looking in the pocket behind the passenger seat.  

As I picked up a newspaper that somehow got in the car,

I spied it stuck in the pages.

I was overjoyed!

I immediately thought of the parable Jesus told of the lost coin.

How the woman who lost the coin searched all over for it.

When she found it, she called her friends and had a party.

I understand how she felt!!

But God says he is that happy when we come to him.

As happy  as we are when we find something we have lost,

God is happier when we come to him.








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