Lost Words

Cakes, Cartels, & Glue

Never have I done so many laps around a Fresh Market. I lost my iPhone. Location services indicated it was somewhere in the store. But where?! I combed through the lemons, acquainted myself with the artisan cheeses, emptied a garbage can, and kept ending up at the bakery counter. šŸ™ƒ 

The nice chef who gives Jordan free sweets helped chill me out. An awesome woman in the check-out line kept calling my number. Nobody picked up…

With my tension about to burst like a Pellegrino bubble, a shopping cart arrived—with my phone in it. Whew!

ā€œCake & a Phoneā€

Check out this Lost and Found Story!

ā€œIT WAS RETURNED TO ITS OWNER!ā€ credit: @hashem.alghaili

Losing a phone or watch is one thing. Humans are another.

A CHILD GOES MISSING EVERY FORTY SECONDS IN THE U.S.

Undercover Anti-Trafficking hero Tim Ballard is a ā€œfinderā€. He spends his life rescuing as many children as possible. His story came to the big screen in ā€œSound of Freedomā€.

Ballard just updated his Instagram about a massive rescue operation he ran at the beginning of the Russian invasion of Ukraine. ā€œOperation Hidden Warā€ saved hundreds in its dismantling of an international pedo-trafficking ring. Ballard plans to release details of this expansive liberation later this year.

Keeping up requires integrated awareness.

It’s frustrating to lose our recall, daily and long-term. On a positive, there’s news that scientists have discovered the ā€œglueā€ that makes memories stick. It’s a molecule called KIBRA, and is responsible for strengthening the brain’s synapses that hold memories together.

ā€œAdhesive Recollectionā€

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Meaning maximizes in the ā€œmissingā€.

Sandra Shaw

Realization of separation either invokes apathy or longing. The value, or lack thereof, becomes clear. Many times we have no control over what escapes us.

That’s the case in 2nd Kings. ā€œAs one of them was cutting down a tree, the iron axhead fell into the water.ā€ The servant cried out in angst to Elisha (the ax was borrowed). Elisha asked where it flew. Then, "…Elisha cut a stick and threw it there, and made the iron float.ā€

Quantum courage defies the gravity of circumstance. Seeking can simply mean asking for help. Could a disconnect be an invitation to the dynamics of the divine? What do we need to find? Who needs to be rescued? Which memories should we hold close? Eternal origins keep writing through all spaces of life. I’m convinced it’s a unifying script.

 

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