Seen on the wall by Husband's office door. I'm sure I'd recognize Timmy in a jiffy.
I don't think you get very far in life before you're missing something or someone. You might miss your mama. You might miss your childhood home or friends. You might miss someone you love who has died. You might miss your good health. You might miss someone who has abandoned you, cut you off, or refused to try to understand you. You might miss having a better memory. You might miss an easier life, or a job you liked better, or a spouse being as attentive as they were in the beginning.
Jesus told several stories about things that were lost: A lost sheep, a lost coin, a lost son. Each story reminds us that those that are lost often don't know that they're lost, and that God is the great Finder and Rejoicer. No more missing. No more loss. It's a picture I'm fond of. Very fond indeed.
Hi, your post made me think of the following poem.
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by ELIZABETH BISHOP
The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
— Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.