Lost and Found

It happened again.
That familiar moment of panic.
Phone gone. Vanished. Translated to another dimension.

I checked the usual suspects — the car, my purse, the kitchen counter, the bathroom, even under the sofa cushions (because phones love cozy places). Nothing.

So I did what any modern woman of faith does…
I went to my computer and tapped Find My iPhone.

Within seconds — hallelujah! — I heard it ringing.
There it was. Safe. Found. Hiding in plain sight like it always does.
Technology can be a beautiful thing.

As I laughed at myself (again), I thought of a woman Jesus once told us about. She lost something valuable — a single coin. And she didn’t shrug and move on. Scripture says she lit a lamp, swept the house, and searched carefully until she found it (Luke 15:8). And when she did? She called her neighbors and said, “Rejoice with me! I have found my lost coin.”

I love that story. It reminds me that what’s lost still matters.
To the woman. And to God.

Sometimes we lose things — phones, keys, glasses perched on our own heads. Other times, we lose more precious things — peace, hope, joy, direction. And God doesn’t say, “Oh well.” He searches. He sweeps. He shines light into dark corners of our hearts.

And yes, sometimes He even uses technology to help us along.

Every good gift comes from Him (James 1:17) — including the wisdom to invent tools that make life easier, faster, and occasionally less frantic. God isn’t anti-technology. He’s pro-help. pro-finding. pro-restoration.

So whether it’s a missing phone or a weary soul, we serve a God who knows exactly where to look. He hears the moment we say, “Lord, I’ve lost something,” and He responds with light, guidance, and grace.

Found things lead to gratitude. And gratitude leads to joy.

Now if you’ll excuse me — I’m putting my phone down somewhere safe. Probably. 😊