It’s a beautiful day outside! Sunshine with a little wind. Don’t really see any clouds in the sky, but am looking forward to getting some things done outside. Take the boys somewhere to maybe skateboard, and maybe a little kiting (that’s flying kits, not doing the thing with the checkbook). The wind will make for some adventurous flying.
First, we have to find all the kites. They are “somewhere” in the garage. Somewhere means moving things around to get to them, but they should be in close proximity to each other. Then again, if anyone took them down between when they got put up and now, the might not be. Someone once asked me “why is it that everything you look for, you always find the last place you look?” Can’t figure that out, but have tried the obvious…
Why is it that the “last place to look” is so hard to think of? If the “last place” was searched first, then lost things would not be lost as long.
Never have found my lost clothes in with my wife’s, even though that’s the last place I’d expect to find any of my clothes.
Have found things in the dark recesses of my closet or the garage. Somehow, they seem to fall off shelves, hangers or hooks and drop behind something else. Last time I moved a bunch of stuff around in the garage (read “cleaning”), found a tool that had been missing for three years. There it was, hiding in the dark behind and under a shelf. Of course, another tool had been purchased to replace the “lost” one. Even found a book that I had bought and never read.
When the lost gets found, it usually makes us happy – in fact it changes our mood. We get happier, treat others differently – it’s like we are different people.
Interesting parallel to how God must feel when we get “unlost” or “found”. If we can feel that good about things, imagine how He must feel about people. People he wants to see and talk to – walk with…