Wednesday, March 30, 2011

How Do You Wanna' Be Found?

Yesterday while I was blogging on things
my daughter, Rebekah, found something that was lost.

For a month after my grandkids left,
I couldn't find my counting bears.

We knew they'd been tucked away in the living room,
somewhere out of the hands of little kids
who kept eating and throwing them.

We looked, laughed, looked and laughed about the lost bears.
But we never found them, until Beka's memory was sparked.

Brookelyn had fallen in love with my large, aluminum coffee pot,
and carried it around for a week,
 after loved filling it wif "tweasures."

Beka found lotsa' "tweasures."

Bubba Dumps, our silly nickname for Brayden,
loved this dump truck.

 A random block from the set Bubba loved.
He called them "ABC's."  Isn't he smart? 

(I'm thinkin' all the  "tweasures" weren't just things Brookie treasured,
but things she didn't want Brayden to treasure?) 

A missing paci - am I surprised?

This camel is really a "tweasure," one of the only things left
 from the1993 trip Scott and I took to Israel.

The missing stamp from our once-again complete alphabet set.

A dress-up bracelet Brookie loved wearing.

Beka's keys!
How can you play adult-running-errands without car keys?

And there at the bottom of all the "tweasures,"

we found my counting bears.


Now I can finish learning to count.

Yesterday, I blogged about being found by the Lord in salvation.

We rejoiced that though we once were
we've been

We will be found again, at the end of our life,
either by death or by rapture.

When we stand before the Lord in Glory we need to be ~
found in Him  
found blameless  

We were thrilled when we finally found some missing plastic bears.

But, at the end of my life, I don't want to be
found hidden away, useless and unavailable.

I want to be
spiritually ready to bring
praise, honor, and glory  at the revelation of Jesus Christ.

How do you wanna' be

1 comment:

  1. What a challenge - "How do you want to be found?" Thanks!!

    It cracks me up about how little kids find hidden places to put their toys. Quite often Molly will put one of her treasured toy animals in my shoe... ouch! "That's where that was!" :) Or, the other day I helped her put HER shoe on and she said, "I can't. There's something in there." I dumped out a serving of Muscle's (dog) doggie chow! "How did that get there?" Molly grinned. Seriously?! In your boot? What do little kids think about sometimes? :) I'm glad your grandkids left things hidden for you to find and give you smiles and laughs well after they've been gone. They KNOW you love them. :)


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