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Lost, Again

Well, I lost my keys this week, again.

Unfortunately, this isn’t the first time that I’ve lost my keys. And to be even more transparent, I lost my ‘spare set’ of keys a couple of months ago. Those have yet to be found.

I didn’t worry ,at first, because I sort of had an idea of where the keys were. I compromised and drove my mother’s car instead of mine. It worked because her gas  tank was full and all was well until yesterday when we both needed to use her car.

So I earnestly looked for the keys again.  I went to where I thought the keys should be and they weren’t there. I moved things, re-sorted things and still, the keys were not found.

Now, I started to worry. Could I have tossed them in the trash? I was on a coffee binge on Wednesday and cleaned out my closet, I prayed the keys didn’t get caught up in those clothes.

My mother allowed me to use her car again, she rescheduled her appointment. But her tone let me know that my grace had run out. It was either find my keys or pay for a locksmith to make a new key for my car. Unfortunately, this wouldn’t have been the first time I had to do that. I really do have a tendency to lose my keys.

By evening time, I still didn’t locate the keys. There was an event I wanted to go to attend, but I didn’t want to ask to use her car. This was ridiculous. My car was sitting in the driveway for days just waiting to be driven.

Here’s the thing. My panic turned into anger. I went back through all of those clothes and literally threw things all over. I smacked a printer and it hit the floor. I banged things. Stomped around and was just about ready to curse those keys. I was ready to turn the entire house upside down. I WANTED MY KEYS!!!!!

But God…

“Go look in your pocketbook.”

I heard the Holy Spirit a few times earlier . Look in your pocketbook. I had looked several times prior, but I didn’t see the keys. I didn’t understand why in the world I was being told to look there again. It was a purse with my wallet case a couple of pens and some loose change.

“Take everything out”.

My pocketbook was in my mother’s car. By now, it was dark outside so I used the flashlight in my phone. Dumped the bag, no keys.

“Move your wallet.”

My wallet sits inside of a small black case. It’s like a purse inside of my purse. I unzipped it, took out my wallet and my keys were sitting right there. I couldn’t believe it. They were always in the right place but still they were lost.

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.” Luke 15:8‭-‬10 MSG

I came back in the house, embarrassed by my behavior but happy for my prize. “I found my keys ma, they were in my pocketbook this entire time.”

This morning, Mom has her car. She is already out and about. And The Holy Spirit reminded me of how my behavior was last night. I was ready to do anything to find what was lost and recover what belonged to me.

There were times when I was in the right place yet still lost. There were times this year when I was physically in the building, but not one person there could find me in the place where my mind was.

I’ve seen my world turned upside down, just like I did to the room, just to recover and save me from the hidden places of my mind. I’ve been rescued more than once from places of sin and even places of depression.

God asked me last night, when will I be obedient and put my keys on a hook? Or am I willing to continue to lose the things that have been given to me?

Just like for my soul, am I willing to continue cycles of being lost, having to be rescued? Or will I be obedient and keep my mind on Him, follow His precepts and walk under the Blessing?

Then I had to look further. What about people who are lost? Are people as important to me as those keys? Am I willing to keep going out, witnessing and doing ministry until people have been recovered to the Kingdom? How many people do I encounter daily that are lost, but in my sight? Am I willing to put in the effort for what and who really matters?

Just some morning thoughts. I have my keys. And after my coffee I’m sure I’ll be hitting the road soon enough, in my own car. Oh wait, I still have to clean that mess I made… make that two cups (and some water).

Ayoka Boyce ~ Minister, Author, Blogger, Lover of Coffee

 

 

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