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Lost


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There are many ways to be lost. One can just not know. A soul can wander around and not even know he's not where he should be. Then there's the kind of lost where you know that there's a way but you just can't seem to find it. You try and try with all your own might to figure it out, but still all your figuring doesn't get you where you need to be. There's also a kind of lost where we choose to stay in the dark. The dark can be strangely comforting. It's familiar. It's so easy to hide. Choosing to remain lost might just be more common than we think....and also more dangerous than we realize.

There is one more kind of lost...It's the kind where you only see it when you look back on where you have walked, where you can only see the wandering footprints when you've stepped into the light. It's the past tense of being lost. It's the being found and realizing how truly far away you had wandered. It's horrifying and exhilarating.

So many of us walk around lost. We think we're ok because of where we spend Sunday morning or because of some prayer we've prayed. Or we think we're good employees or good parents We're right on track. But there is no creed, denomination or council's decree that saves. No amount of good intentions or good deeds will help you find your way. Being found completely depends on the road you follow, on Who you follow and how you follow Him.

I once was lost but now I am found...I once was blind but now I see...I once was dead but now I live...And now to YOU my life I give...{Casting Crowns}

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