“The blind see again, the crippled walk, lepers are cured, the deaf hear, the dead are raised back to life, and the poor and broken now hear of the hope of salvation!”
Matthew 11:5 TPT
Today I read the parables of the lost sheep, the lost coin and the wayward son who lost his way and was welcomed back home again. The one sheep among hundreds was important. The one coin found after hours of sweeping and searching was treasured and the prodigal son who stumbled back home certain of his unworthiness was celebrated.
I thought how easily I decide I’m unseen, that God has forgotten me, has either decided I’ve come as far as I can or that I’m now completely on my own.
Instead, like the one silver coin of ten, when God sees me finding Him again, it’s a joyous celebration.
I love to think about such small things, enlightenment from my Bible I may have missed before.
Like the one line in Matthew 11, “the poor and broken now hear the hope of salvation!”
I needed to hear this, my spirit weak and broken over dreadful thoughts and speculations.
My heart and my mind, fixed again, my broken spirit repaired.
“He heals the wounds of every shattered heart.”
Psalms 147:3 TPT
Now hear of hope.
Again.
Circle back and sense it. Go outside. Notice the breeze, gaze at what feels like nothing to find something broken or fallen, discarded.
Gather it up in your hands. Hold it. Find it and remember you are found by God when you quietly allow it.
Keep what you find, be joyful over being found.
I’m joining others in writing, prompted by the word “Fix”.
Lisa Anne Tindal 
we sometimes forget to do that don’t we? Rejoice in being found, rejoice in the process of being fixed. Visiting from FMF23
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You might enjoy reading Timothy Keller’s “Prodigal God.” It is a short but fantastic read on these parables. Blessings to you.
Amie, FMF #25
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Thank you! I’ll find it.
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Be joyful in being found. Amen visiting from fmf #4 Loretta
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Thank you for this encouragement, Lisa Anne. You’ve reminded me: not long ago I found a nest lying on the ground–dull brown-gray,abandoned, and forlorn. But I was excited to find it, for the opportunity to study it up close–the fine weaving its winged makers had accomplished–without hands. Not sure what the parallel might be between that find and God finding me (!), but I am deeply grateful he did reach out to me years ago and has kept me in his care ever since.
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I’m grateful too.
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It feels like God’s forgotten me,
and I do not know where to turn,
and the only thing I see
is living proof of ‘feel the burn’,
the living curse of cancer’s hate,
the shredded days I once held dear
now sacrificed unto the fate
of the worst a man can fear.
But lo!, there somes a whispered Voice,
“I have not abandoned you;
I have given you the choice
to find that what I say is true,
and if you will stay true to Me,
you’ll find that death is victory.”
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I can’t imagine your pain. I lost a parent to cancer but even that doesn’t make me understand. I listened to a beautiful podcast today about hope and heaven. Search for Susie Larson and it’s her interview with John Eldredge. I pray it brings a small comfort.
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