Evening: Psalm 119:25-48; Luke 15:1-2, 11-32
I looked for my flip-flops in the Lost and Found at the ‘Y’, which was just a plastic barrel full of indescribably gross stuff. I gave up the search! I did not want the lost flip-flops that badly!! Imagine, though, that your son is Lost. You will gladly endure indescribable torment to find him. And then, if you remember a time when you yourself were Lost and feeling unworthy, when Love reached out and welcomed you home, you may also remember how dear you are to the One who Found you and how glad you both are that they did.
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