We had to celebrate this happy day. For your brother was dead and has come back to life! He was lost, but now he is found! —Luke 15:32 (NLT)
A few years ago 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, not only Mama is missing. Daddy is too. There is no staff to return them to their place. They are both 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. They were told that He was no longer dead. He was alive! But He was not there. Where could He be? I may miss Mama and Daddy, but they are still alive. Jesus has found them. One day I will find them again with Him. Missing them now anticipates their presence later. Missing them brings the promise of what is to come–healing of heart and mind and spirit. It is in the missing that I discover He has also found me.
Resurrection morning is for all who believe. Who you are certain is missing is only waiting to be found.
© 2018 Lynn Lacher