Found

Found. What an amazing and comforting word. I was thinking this morning that the greatest thing I've ever done is finding Christ. But then I remembered He found me. What a happy Day, to know that the Good Shepherd found me. A lost sheep I wandered around, not looking, not searching, but lost. And my shepherd sought me out.

I want to live in the reality of being found today. Could anything be sweeter, the King seeking and wanting me? All ambition and striving disappear at the moment of discovery. "Myself" grows appropriately small, as soon as I see that he found me. And there is great peace here, living as a found one.

Today I want to live in the peace and joy of His seeking and finding.