I grew up knowing a cute little song about a lost dog:
Oh where, oh where
Has my little dog gone?
Oh where, oh where can he be?
With his ears cut short
And his tail cut long
Oh where, oh where can he be?
I sing that song a lot these days, however, I'm not looking for a lost dog.
I'm looking for almost anything.
Most of my house is turned upside down
because of renovations and packing for our move.
"Did I pack it for the actual move in a month or two
(and yes, I have labeled boxes), or,
did I pack it just to clear space for the contractors to do their work?"
Time to kick in my 'lost things found technique' which I learned after finally saying
'enough already with this losing/misplacing things and causing my stress level to rise'.
The Bible says, "you have not because you ask not",
so I began to ask for the missing items.
"Lord, you know where 'it' is, and I need 'it'.
Please direct my eyes, my hands and my feet to it's location."
Then I carry on with life confident that the missing object will appear.
And it always does.
Not always immediately, but always in time for whatever the reason I need it.
Example:
After my parents died, I ended up with a box of photos,
some of which I really didn't care to keep.
One such photo seemed a shame to shred
so I offered it to one of the people in the photo.
She was thrilled and arrangements were made to make the transfer in Edmonton.
As the day for my trip approached, I could not find the photo.
Panic knocked on my mental door but I refused it entrance and instead prayed my little
'you know where it is, God...' prayer.
A few days later, and two days before my trip departure,
I discovered it under a pile of papers in my office.
I wasn't looking for it. I wasn't even thinking about it.
Back to my current 'where is it' dilemma...
I'm praying 'You know where it is, God. Please help me find it. ' a lot.
The key is no fretting, no fussing, no worrying,
just trusting God will direct me to find it.
Oh where, oh where
Has my little dog gone?
Oh where, oh where can he be?
With his ears cut short
And his tail cut long
Oh where, oh where can he be?
I sing that song a lot these days, however, I'm not looking for a lost dog.
I'm looking for almost anything.
Most of my house is turned upside down
because of renovations and packing for our move.
"Did I pack it for the actual move in a month or two
(and yes, I have labeled boxes), or,
did I pack it just to clear space for the contractors to do their work?"
Time to kick in my 'lost things found technique' which I learned after finally saying
'enough already with this losing/misplacing things and causing my stress level to rise'.
The Bible says, "you have not because you ask not",
so I began to ask for the missing items.
"Lord, you know where 'it' is, and I need 'it'.
Please direct my eyes, my hands and my feet to it's location."
Then I carry on with life confident that the missing object will appear.
And it always does.
Not always immediately, but always in time for whatever the reason I need it.
Example:
After my parents died, I ended up with a box of photos,
some of which I really didn't care to keep.
One such photo seemed a shame to shred
so I offered it to one of the people in the photo.
She was thrilled and arrangements were made to make the transfer in Edmonton.
As the day for my trip approached, I could not find the photo.
Panic knocked on my mental door but I refused it entrance and instead prayed my little
'you know where it is, God...' prayer.
A few days later, and two days before my trip departure,
I discovered it under a pile of papers in my office.
I wasn't looking for it. I wasn't even thinking about it.
Back to my current 'where is it' dilemma...
I'm praying 'You know where it is, God. Please help me find it. ' a lot.
The key is no fretting, no fussing, no worrying,
just trusting God will direct me to find it.
