A favorite word would have to be Found. Within that one word, a thousand more simmer.

The word itself suggests the pain of loss. Something or someone was at one point missing. We did not have it, something precious was lost. It silently suggests grief.

For, I’ve seen moments in life, where someone is truly lost.
The final papers of divorce. Addiction beyond control. Diagnosis. The lowering of the casket.
Lost.

How could these things ever be recovered?

I supposed I find sweet relief in that age old hymn.

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound

That saved a wretch like me.

I once was lost, but now I’m found,

Was blind, but now I see.

If something is lost, the word itself suggests it can be found again.

I’ve seen addicts finally free.

I’ve seen broken hearts healed.

I’ve seen cancer disappear.

… and I’ve seen a dead man come back to life again.

For perhaps those lyrics sang of something more, a world beyond this one. A Kingdom that would stand the test of time. Not a made up fantasy tale, but a living, breathing reality…A Kingdom more superior than the kingdom of earth… and in flickering moments, we see glimpses of its certainty.

A dead man from a Roman cross lives then, and a thousand years since … Have you met this living King? 👑

I have. And Many more, like myself.
and the guy that wrote this line 👇

I once was lost, but now I’m found.

It truly is beautiful, wonderful, Good News!
It’s a party! A celebration!
and you, sweet friend, are invited to be Found by Him.