Found

On Thursday evening my glasses went AWOL so I spent yesterday searching for them. I went from the sensible places - on surfaces, under cushions, in pockets - and then widening the search to telephoning & visiting places I'd visited recently and eventually in desperation I emptied the rubbish bin and revisited all the aforesaid in triple. I admit it, I'm obsessive but they are my only prescription pair - not one of the many £1- off- the- peg pairs that litter the house.
As the day wore on, the parable of the woman & the lost coin kept coming to mind more and more vividly. Coincidentally I had already decided that my next F-word would be FOUND. I was thinking of it in a spiritual context and had chosen Johnny Cash's version of Amazing Grace - I once was lost but now am found.


To that I would now add the lost coin parable. This morning as I looked for it in my bible the telephone rang & on answering it DH noticed a message was waiting on the answer m/c. It was a friend from my Thursday knitting group: she had picked up my glasses by mistake and taken them home with her!

If only I was organised I'd have picked that up yesterday afternoon & saved myself a great deal of aggravation. But then I wouldn't have had the Parables of the Lost Sheep, the Lost Coin & the Lost Son staring me in the face when the story of the lost glasses was so happily resolved. We're off to celebrate.