May 13, 2015
13th marks two months in the new house. Most everything is put away
(admittedly, there are still a few boxes, but MOST everything is done). But more
often now I find myself looking for things in places that would have matched
where they used to be. Like opening
the right side of the cabinet under
the sink in the kitchen for the trash can (it’s now on the left). Or looking
under the bathroom sink for the deodorant
(it’s now in the bottom drawer).
when an item that my dear husband still uses that was his father’s went
missing, we know exactly where it used
to be. But, of course, it wasn’t there. And neither of us could remember him
using it the last two months, so where it might have been put eluded us. Did it
get left behind in the move across country, or in the move from temporary
housing? Neither of those options made us happy.
after a rather extensive search that included the unpacking of another box (that was good!), thankfully
it was found. We are both very glad, because we would really hate to lose
something with such sentimental value.
I could say I felt a little like the woman with the lost coin who sweeps the
house looking for it, for we rejoiced when the missing was found (see Luke
15:8-10 – and see what the missing being found means to God!).