I attribute this saying to the South, I guess because of all the barns and haystacks, but upon further study I realize I've been ignorant. Apparently, it originated in the 1500's, and had to do with a meadow instead of a haystack. Regardless, I love this expression because I consider this a special talent of mine. I am great at finding lost things! Why? Because I lose them all the time. I AM that girl who looks for her cell phone while talking on it, sunglasses while using them as a headband, and keys while clutching them. Those are all easy finds though. I'm also really good at lost ear rings, tiny things that disappear into the camouflage of whatever. My children have caught onto this talent of mine and, "Moooooommmmmmm!" bounces off our walls whenever a prized possession has seemingly disappeared from the planet.
The early morning hour of calm, cool, and collected "getting ready for school" always presents an opportunity for me to practice my skills. No matter how much I ask them and when I say them I mean my clone, Mackenzie, to prepare the night before, there is always some last minute tragedy preventing daddy from leaving the driveway. (Yes, this goes over really well with the other two very punctual/organized people who live in our house.) Shoes, books, notecards, socks, different day, different item...
Yesterday, it was a hairband. Mind you between the two of us we have no less than one thousand hairbands in this house. However, they had all evacuated their homes. Normal places they would dwell, bathroom drawers, purses, book bags. . .not one was to be found. I'm truly at a loss, because seriously, where do they all go? Have the lost socks and tupperware lids talked them into joining their invisible world? Then, I hear it.
I round the corner into our living room and see Mackenzie's head stuck underneath the reclining part of our couch.
Me: What are you doing?
Mack: I found one. I forgot I found a bunch in here the other day.
Me: Did you not take them out and put them in your bathroom drawer?
Mack with a perplexed look: No, because I know where they are. I didn't want to move them and lose them again.
Note to reader: I haven't looked under that recliner because I simply do not want to know what else is there. But, if I lose something valuable, it will be my go to spot.
There are all kinds of biblical places I could go with this. Today, I'll leave it at this. There is something really special about something/someone lost who has been found again.
Amanda Williams is a forty-year old wife and mother of two who can still swing her pony tail and display just a tad of sass. She is also a Jesus loving girl who realizes she is nothing without the One who saved her. Amanda has two degrees specializing in serving students with special needs and is currently working in the field of Leadership Development. She is a Christian author, speaker, blogger, and publisher who loves serving beside her husband at her local place of worship, First Baptist Church of Ocala.