I am searching, searching, searching for something.
I know that it is there somewhere.
In a box in the basement. Packed safely away.
And I cannot remember which box I put it in. And for some reason I didn’t write on the box where it is located.
And I am very, very frustrated.
And in these times my perfectionism rears it’s ugly head. And I rail at the sky and say,
I NEVER lose things! Where is it? It cannot be too far away! I NEED to find it. Why didn’t I mark that box better. What was I thinking. I have failed.
And it is making me crazy. Or more off kilter than I usually am.
So I have taken a break in order to complain about it to you.
And I have taken a bit of time to ask the Lord to help me find this item.
Because I really, really need to find it.
Do you know where it is?
Neither do I.