I looked on my “favorite books” shelf. Not there.
On my “recently read” shelf. Nope.
On the “retired-to-the-basement-but-too-loved-to-get-rid-of” shelf. Not there either.
At least not the first time I looked.
But on the third look, I found it in the basement. In the spot I know I had looked twice earlier.
Do you ever do that? Look right over the thing you’re looking for?
I know I do that with God’s words all the time. As I’m looking for peace, I sometimes look right over Him. Or in my search for contentment, I read a story about Jesus but just keep on going…
…when He’s there the whole time.
With my book, I thought I remembered it as white. So I looked for white. But it was blue.
Only when I stopped looking for white and started looking at any color that had the right title—the true words—did I find it.
Sometimes Jesus doesn’t look like I what I’m searching for either. If I’m not careful, I’ll look right over Him.
But He is what I’m looking for. Every time. When I find Him (and I have), He’s life. He’s healing. He makes me whole.
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Does Jesus ever show up differently than what you expect?
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