So I’m at my Zumba class tonight – GREAT FUN!! And by the time I leave – it is dark. I parked the car – quite a ways from the front entrance – I took note of what was around me etc. and was so sure I knew where my car was. I don’t like coming out of anyplace alone and in the dark – but at least there were many people milling around in the parking lot. But….
Yes – you guessed it. I couldn’t find the car. It was funny at first – and just annoying – I mean I had really paid attention to where I had parked it – just in case…Okay – I do tend to lose my vehicle quite a bit – even in the day light – so I have to be sure to pay very close attention when I go anywhere at night. So here I am wandering around the HUGE parking lot – filled with every vehicle imaginable. I walked down one aisle – it looked sort of familiar – but there was no car. So I went down the next aisle – and the same thing. After a few minutes it wasn’t funny or annoying any more – and I wasn’t too concerned about looking like a COMPLETE DORK – Okay I was a little concerned about that – but it began to become alarming. And by alarming – I mean – all these weird things were popping into my head like – “the car is stolen. ” It’s pretty old – but still a nice Mazda Millennia – who knows – would someone really want it for the stereo system or something? And since this have NEVER happened to me before – I really didn’t know what to do. So I called Greg on my cell – and he laughed at me. Okay – he stopped when he knew how panicked I was. I told him I just wanted to sit down in the middle of the parking lot and cry like a baby. Isn’t that silly? It didn’t feel very silly. I felt – lost. But he assured me it probably wasn’t stolen – just misplaced for a moment. He knew I’d find it if I walked down the middle aisle and went across – and eventually – I did. It probably took 10 minutes – but it felt like an hour of walking around. But it was there all along – my sweet little car – waiting for me as if to say, “I’m over here. Over Here. OVER HERE!!!”
Well I was relieved and WAY past feeling silly this point. It was a “Thank you Lord” moment – so thankful that my car wasn’t stolen after all. And that totally helpless and lost feeling was gone – in an instant.
Do you ever feel lost? Incredibly frustrated – even silly for feeling that way? Me too. Our lives can sometimes go this way – a little “sideways” and it can throw us off and make us feel helpless and frustrated – and all we want to do is sit down and have a good cry. I believe that Jesus understands this about us. I believe we will all have days and moments like this. I believe for every bad lost “moment” – there is an even better “moment” around the corner. A feeling of being “found” – of being valued – of being loved.
I am praying for you today. That if you are lost – that you would indeed be found.