Search and Rescue

Who would have thought that at my age I would be searching on the floor for a blue green contact lens?  No it does not belong to my grandchild but to me.  You’d think that by now I would be more careful or at least give up and just wear glasses.  Being smart for once I was removing my gas permeable contact lenses (that’s hard lenses) before taking a nap.  The right lens popped out easily and was placed correctly in the blue side of the container.  Then pulling up and out on the corner left eye lid nothing seemed to come out.  Seeing no lens in the sink I tried again.   Nothing.  Hmmmm it must be stuck in my eye.  Rolling around my eye lid it seemed wedged in the side – very common for these characters.   No luck there.  It must be on the floor.
I called in the chief of search and rescue – my husband John –who brought a flashlight to begin the surveillance.  He couldn’t see anything because he didn’t have his glasses on so while he was gone I got on the floor and searched every nook and cranny of the rug since that is usually where the contact lands.  Nothing but grey hairs and dust.  More dust was found on the edges of the sink cabinet as well as the ceramic tile floor.  Ye gads I’m glad my guests don’t come in my bathroom they wouldn’t believe how dirty it is – dust everywhere.  John returns with his glasses and another flash light.  He has on large outdoor boots and I cringe as he walks into the bathroom.   He examines the floor and then marches down the hall since I walked there to get my shoes after thinking the lens was trapped in my eye.   Even looking in my eye with his flashlight reveals zero.  So he gives up and leaves.
Continuing my investigation I retrace my steps, examining the counter top, the bathroom rug, the floor and the hallway rug again.   Scanning in spots where the critter has been found before was to no avail.  Then I pray, “Lord, you know where the contact is.  Please help me find it even if it is crushed.”  I comb the same areas again with my flashlight hoping for a shiny reflection.  Then, there in the hallway outside the bathroom, just where John walked with his big outdoor boots and I also walked about five times glitters the perfectly shaped left, long distance, gas permeable contact lens.   Mission accomplished.  Persistence paid off.  Or did it?
Not the first time the Lord helped me find a contact lens.  So why wait until all means of searching are exhausted.  Yes, I was praying the whole time – or was I?  When I finally stopped and specifically requested his help he came through in a nanosecond to rescue my plight.
May my life be a reflection of God’s admonishonment in Matthew 6:33-34
 But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you. 

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Pat from Georgia

Pat Strickland is a wife, mother, grandmother and daughter of the King of Kings. She has been a pastor’s wife, a registrar at Young Harris College and a memoir writer. Her desire is “to seek God with all my heart and He will provide the much more in my life.”

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