We've been in panic mode the last few hours. Surprisingly, things don't always stay where you place them...or so it seems. Keri and I have torn apart our home looking desperately for my passport. Ironically we've spent the last two months working hard on getting her passport renewed, renamed and back in time for our travels this thanksgiving. Assuming, all the while, that my passport was safely tucked away in "its place." Well, that place didn't exist. We ripped apart our laundry, pulled boxes out from storage, looked through our books, emptied our drawers, undid our bedding, and basically, well, we should be long gone trotting down the yellow brick road by now. As all the ruckus took place, God brought to mind the parable of the women who had 10 coins and lost one. She looked frantically for the one missing coin--and it blew our minds, as we were looking for my passport, that God describes Himself looking for us in the same way. He has the same desire to to seek us out (and infinitely more), as we do for our lost things.
Keri and I were both encouraged that as we searched, we really searched together. We looked, lifted, asked and helped in the effort to find the passport. And more so, stress didn't get the best of us! We held our own until we heard that a 24 hour replacement is above $300! (Which we don't have as you will see, refer to upcoming entry). As the stress of the government appointment mounted, we made one last desperate attempt to search our camping gear. Both our parents we're praying at the moment we found it. It was in the passport holder. Apparently it was hiding behind the other passport holder we had already looked through. So things do stay where you place them...hmmm.
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