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Wednesday, April 24, 2013


Today I found a list of things that went missing from Mama’s room while she was in assisted care. It wasn’t unusual with so many residents, and the staff always found most of them. Shirts, slacks, towels–the things that were necessary from day to day to make her life complete–would be missing. Now she is missing in my life, and there is no staff to return her to her place. She is gone.
On that Resurrection morning, the women went to Jesus’ tomb, and discovered He was gone. He had died, and His body should have been there. Where could He be?  He was no longer dead. He was alive!  But He was not there.  I realize this morning that I may miss Mama with me right now, but she has been found in Him. One day I will find her with Him. Missing her now anticipates her presence later.
Last night I joined a grief group with others from our church, and found out that the missing of others is as great as mine. In our joint sharing we discovered that we are not alone, and I believe we will discover that the missing brings the promise of what will come–healing of heart, mind, body, and spirit. It is in the missing that I discover I have also been found in Him.
Do you miss someone? Are you missing yourself? The one you miss is only waiting to be found. He waits for you.

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