They’d been tucked away in the living room out of the hands of little kids who kept eating and throwing them. But, they found them and lost them.
We looked, laughed, looked, and laughed about the lost bears. Then Beka’s memory was sparked.
just things Brookie treasured,
left from the 1993 trip Scott and I took to Israel.
Yesterday, I blogged about being found by the Lord in salvation. We rejoiced that though we once were lost we’ve been found.
We will be found again, at the end of our life, either by death or by rapture.