In one week’s time I have misplaced my keys twice, my cell phone once, and my telephone/DSL signal several times. It’s been weeks since I’ve seen my DOK cross, and that does bother me.
Then the screen of my laptop announced it’s impending death- I can’t buy another now, but I do have the desktop, which is back online. I am grateful.
One of my children lost a cellphone. I haven’t seen my wallet for three weeks. I kinda get the vibe that the thing is in my house. Maybe a stretch here, but when my kitty went missing last fall, I knew, was certain, that she was nearby, and she was. She had slipped into a back garden, and after a long week of worry, I found her. So too does this missing wallet business feel. And, AND, I am pretty sure that my DOK cross is in the wallet.
I am not paying attention.
There are more misplaced belongings, including my mind. I usually find that one after a day or two.
So is there some message about which The Spook seeks my attention? See, this way, God is only indirectly blamed. Spook plays messenger pigeon. On the other hand, if one is hooked on the idea of a triuune order, which I mostly am, I can shake my tight little toddler fists toward all three and whine about the unfairness of bearing too much.
That line about not sweating the small stuff? Pish. It is always about the small stuff. Big Messes take you by the shoulders and force you to focus on the disaster at hand. But those bitty things? They pile up and take you down quickly.
During Advent we say “Wachet Auf!” Look around, something is coming. Lent is also a time to wachet auf. Be watchful. Keep vigilant. Don’t let the annoying crappy things pile up and cloud your vision, lest you miss the big picture.
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When dealing with the misplacing of a thing, one walks the perimeter. The typical mom-centric “Where did you last see it?” question.
As to keys and phones and other detritus of material life: When you repeatedly misplace something important to you, your are either overwhelmed or asking for help. In my own opinion and experience, anyway.
When someone in your life loses something and needs your help finding it, the same applies.
But we’re again at walking the perimeter.
Work in ever decreasing circles until you reach the center. This is not a platitude. It works. For the keys and the phones, you will be pleased at their reunion. For other things not tangible, the center may require a change of plans. For those, I have no suggestions.