Where all the lost things wait

I wonder what the lost things feel as they wait for me to find them? Lost things don’t know they are lost, they just think we left them in this “very safe place”. Do they still feel treasured, confident in our love?

Do things have a consciousness? No, probably not, but they are full of the energy that we imbue them with. Our care and attention, and once I’m on the hunt for something that I treasure and have misplaced, surely they hear me calling out for them in my mind, because I search very intensely. Anyone who has ever lost a very necessary thing knows how that feels.

My sandals that I loved had disappeared. For months I searched deeply but intermittently, only to find them, almost by accident. Seemingly not sheepish at all, there they were tucked deep in the pocket of an old backpack .

It made sense, and I thought I had checked all my packs – obviously not well enough. This is their usual use, hiking and camping. After a day of tromping in hot and heavy boots, they are slim, flat, light as a feather to pack and tough enough to wander the campsite, or even double as hiking shoes in a pinch.

I had missed and not replaced them as I was sure I would eventually find them. Hence a couple of trips this year I have had no camp shoes and that was annoying. Happy dance! I tried the sandals on and found them just as comfortable as I recalled.

Like all the good things that I wish for in life. It’s nice to think that hopes and dreams and goals are out there, just waiting like my sandals.

Their location is not secret, not hidden on purpose, instead they are waiting. Under a bed. Around a corner. Any moment they will surprise me, or they will arrive, falling into my delighted hands. Lost? No, they are just waiting to be found. As soon as I stop searching.

Now if I could just find my Garmin hiking watch which has been missing for ages.

St Anthony is the saint to pray to for lost things. Well I’ve done that – he isn’t getting my emails obviously. Which sounds ungrateful, since I found my sandals. I did thank him for those, maybe there is a queue and now I’ve got the sandals, I have to go to the back of the line and wait for the watch.

I do rather like the thought that the things we are searching for, not just the lost things but the dreams and hopes as well, that they are out there – not ahead of us exactly but right here already, they are waiting for us to notice them.

I’ve read a few books on The Law of Attraction years ago. I admit I lack patience and a fair bit of belief in this seemingly magical, invisible system of getting what you want from the universe.

But when I think of it this way – like a lost thing that is already mine, that I have to keep in my mind and have faith that I will stumble across it somewhere, it seems easier to believe.

That’s the thought of the day. If anyone is a bit closer to St Anthony, could you ask him to return my calls or just let me know where my watch is please? I’m not trying to jump the queue, but it’s been awhile, I have searched in every conceivable place. To make things worse, the thought has niggled its way into my head that I’ve thrown it out by accident in the great clean up somehow.

7 thoughts on “Where all the lost things wait

  1. I love this post my dear friend. The idea that things are “waiting for us to find them”…dreams and things. I don’t have a personal relationship with St. Anthony~however, after spending a month in Mexico with a foreign exchange student right after I graduated high school, found me very interested in Sainthood. The family was determined I’d convert to Catholicism. Upon feeling as if my plane was going to crash, I clutched the rosary 📿 my friend’s mom had given me. And I prayed to St. Anthony when losing both my keys AND credit card in my early 30’s. I’d have a hard time losing my good hiking boots or favorite shoes. In my moves before RV life I did lose a few items that I wonder about today. Perhaps they’re with your Garmin~waiting to be found. I’m the meantime I’ll stand by you and keep finding the unexpected and embracing these new things while we search on our journey. ❤️💙🥰💛

    • This was such an imaginative, whimsical piece, I can’t tell how serious you were about praying to St. Anthony. I do hope you know there’s Someone better to pray to, actually the only One to pray to, and there’s no queue with Him! Jesus hears us the moment we call on Him. I’m not sure how He does it with so many people praying at once, but He also said His Father has numbered the hairs on our heads, so I guess His intellect leaves ours in the dust. Seriously, pray to Him and see how He responds. He usually either gives me what I desire, or take me somewhere else for something way better. So often that “something better” is Himself. ❤️

      • Gentle humour mostly, but in all seriousness, I was asking St Anthony for help because someone said to do that when I was a child and it worked, has worked a number of times. Whether that is because prayer centres the focus and therefore it makes the search more powerful, leading to a better outcome or because praying relaxes the mind and then it is better able to recollect where you put something I’m not sure – then there is the other alternative – St Anthony delivers the lost item into a location or triggers a memory and we find the lost item. I believe all these things may be a part of a greater truth. Just as the Bible is. I tend to read the Bible as a metaphorical interpretation that delivers messages via storytelling and parable which is the best way for we folk who love a good story to grasp and remember a moral or lesson. I quite enjoy hearing how people directly implement the messages of the Bible into their lives and how they interpret what they read and then use that message to create change or find support and faith. Your blog is a perfect example of that and you write in a very relatable style.
        Thanks for the tip regarding the fact I can reach higher up the ladder for help. I hadn’t thought of that though it makes perfect sense, still haven’t found my watch and although it is very low on the priorities of this world, perhaps he could spare a minute. Thanks so much for reading and your lovely thoughtful reply.

  2. Forgetting where we have placed something can be quite frustrating. St. Anthony says not to try so hard to find your Garmin hiking watch. Just let it go and it’ll come back to you 🙂

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