Where The Lost Things Go…

This post is written to link with Five Minute Friday: write for five minutes on a one-word prompt.  The prompt for today is “search.”

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It began as a fun afternoon at the beach, but it ended with a frantic search.

After a few hours of paddling and games, sitting and chatting, and enjoying the sunshine, my friends realised that they had lost the key to the place where they were staying.  One of them had had it in his pocket, but at some point in the course of the afternoon it must have fallen out, because it was no longer there.

“It’s ok,” we encouraged him.  “It must be round here somewhere.  We’ll find it.”

And so we began walking across the sand, searching methodically, trying to make sure every inch of beach was being covered.

No sign of the key.

We searched again in case we’d missed it, but still it was nowhere to be found.  My friends were beginning to get anxious at the thought of having to explain that they had lost their key.

“Maybe we should pray, ” someone said.  Honestly, I didn’t have much hope by this point, but we figured it was worth a try, so we prayed…

…And as we opened our eyes we spotted a man walking across the beach, carrying a metal detector!

My friend rushed to speak to him, managed to borrow the metal detector and, within seconds, we heard a beeping noise and discovered the key buried deep in the sand!

I lived in that place for two years and was at the beach regularly, but that is the one and only time I ever saw someone with a metal detector on the beach.

It can only have been God.

And while I know that all situations don’t work out as easily and sometimes we never find what we’re searching for, as I look back on that experience it reminds me of God’s care, that the little things matter to him, that nothing and no-one is truly lost to him and that, even in the midst of the seemingly impossible, there is hope.

“I can never escape from your Spirit!
    I can never get away from your presence!
If I go up to heaven, you are there;
    if I go down to the grave, you are there.
If I ride the wings of the morning,
    if I dwell by the farthest oceans,
10 even there your hand will guide me,
    and your strength will support me.
11 I could ask the darkness to hide me
    and the light around me to become night—
12     but even in darkness I cannot hide from you.
To you the night shines as bright as day.
Darkness and light are the same to you.”
(Psalm 139:7-12 NLT)

And since the prompt has brought this song to mind, we’ll finish with a bit of Mary Poppins! 🙂

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24 thoughts on “Where The Lost Things Go…

  1. Love this Lesley! I had a similar thing happen but it was the key to the file cabinet in my classroom. My partner teacher found me in a panic and told me to stop where I was and pray. I did and almost immediately found the key! I try to remember in big things and little to always stop and pray for God to lead the way! Such a great post!

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  2. I was brought to Psalm 139 with this week’s prompt as well (although I didn’t write on it). I love the reminder that we are never lost to God.

    I often forget to pray in mundane issues. I agree that God probably didn’t make the metal detector appear but probably opened your eyes to see it in the midst of your frantic search. Such a good reminder. Peace. FMF15

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  3. When we were engaged, Barb in Indiana and me in Texas, I was about to leave work one day when I lost my keyes. I called Barb, and she prayed to St. Anthony, and BOOM1 the keys were in front of my next step, in a clump of grass.

    So I left work, just in time to be rearended by and SUV going 50mph, which droveme into the car in front of me, and so on in a five-car chain-reaction.

    I figure I was there because I was the only one with medical training, and even though I had pretty bad neck and back injuries, was able to stabilize the scene until the first responders arrived.

    Weird way of doing it, eh, God?

    Fancy a sonnet?

    In a world where all seems lost,
    and night will never end,
    when love bears too high a cost
    and you can’t trust a friend,
    There is a light, lo! far away
    but never quite gone out
    that speaks to us of Easter Day
    in a whisper become shout.
    The angels’ trumpets fill the air
    with holy golden noise,
    and sorrow’d temple curtains tear
    to reveal unending joys.
    As surely as the wood He’d sawn,
    the Carpenter became the Dawn.

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  4. “It can only have been God.”

    Answers to prayer. They happen all of the time. We just don’t realize it or take time to look for those answers. Sometimes the answers are to prayers we don’t remember praying, but the Spirit dubbed in words for us when our hearts were too overwhelmed to know we needed to pray.

    Loved reading this and was encouraged to pray about a few things on my heart today.

    Visiting you from FMF #23.

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  5. This is such a neat story. I want to remember to pray about the little things as well as the big things
    I also want to teach my kids that nothing is too little to talk to God about. I love the Mary Poppins song.

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  6. Uplifting post, Lesley. The following words especially moved me, “…the little things matter to him, … nothing and no-one is truly lost to him and that, even in the midst of the seemingly impossible, there is hope.” Thank you.

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  7. I love this, Lesley! Such a heartening post and beautiful song. I had a diamond ring my late aunt bequeathed to me, and it was a bit loose on my finger, so I mostly kept it for rare days out. Then I lost it. I mourned the thought it might have been left by a washbasin in a restaurant or something. Until… a few years later I decided to donate an almost new pair of boots that were now too high heeled for me to walk safely in to a friend. And would you believe, inside the box was my long lost ring! How it got there, I don’t know. God loves to surprise us sometimes, doesn’t He? I’m glad your friend got his lost key back and that God specialises in rescuing lost souls like us. 🙂 xo

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