September Third; Missing, as in Lost


I have the world’s worst habit of putting something in a ‘safe’ place only to forget the location of said safe place. About a year ago I was sitting in front of my computer doing the mindless scrolling thing when I suddenly, out of the blue wondered where I had put my wedding rings. I had stopped wearing them about a year after my husband passed away out of fear of losing them. I worked in manufacturing so I couldn’t wear them at work. The taking off and putting them back on placing them at risk for loss so I put them away. But where? In the back recesses of my mind I remember putting them away in this room. I was really concerned because that was before the work I had to do in this room due to the minor flooding incident. I feared I may have accidentally tossed them out. I  tore this room apart before finally finding them. I have since put them in the jewelry box my grandmother gave me one Christmas. The box that holds mostly memories of sometime way back when.

I’ve done that with important papers and pictures. I have had to do an all out search for birth certificates, our marriage license and his death certificate. All because of those safe places that tend to be safe even and especially from me. And yes, there are times that things have never or at least to this date, not been found. Having disappeared into the Bermuda Triangle, black hole that resides somewhere in this house.

Many years ago now, we had a dog we had adopted that my son gave the name Odie. My son at the time was a huge Garfield fan and even though our Odie was nothing like the Garfield Odie in appearance he was exactly like him in personality. Odie loved my husband and adored my son. This is also the dog who protected us from the dangerous, giant, stuffed tiger my son had won at the amusement park. It took days to clean up all that stuffing. My vacuum cleaner was never the same.

One day Odie and our other dog Buddy escaped the yard and disappeared into the woods. Buddy returned, Odie did not. We searched for him for months. Everything was different without him. The house, the yard, our life had this empty feeling. Odie was missing. He disappeared in November, just before Thanksgiving. His body was found in February if I remember correctly. He had somehow drowned in a pool down in the woods. A dog that swam like a duck, drowned. To this day I think he tried to befriend the wrong racoon. My son and I managed to get him buried not far from the water in which he loved to play. The missing, had been located. Not the way we wanted, but we had answers.

Every once in a while I will watch videos online from this group called Adventures with Purpose. They clean up of waterways but they also attempt to solve and do solve some, missing person cases. They provide answers. Some that have been decades in coming.

I have seen articles in the news ever so often of where remains have been found accidentally by hikers or workers, that gave closure to families. The missing found.

In the Bible there are many parable explaining about seeking what is lost. These parables also mention how the angels in Heaven rejoice over the repentance of one sinner. Their name now forever written in the Book of Life.

I remember the day I watched my son as he  responded to the call on his life. How as the alter call was given, he started forward, one row at a time. He moved from where we sat, to the next row up, then the next. Slowly but surely. I stood quietly watching him, my heart rejoicing. Days later I watched his baptism, moving from the old life to the new. A symbol of death to the old life and rebirth into the new. Years later I watched as my husband was also baptized. Something I had prayed for a very long time. It is often more difficult for an adult but once they give their life to Christ, they tend to be very strong in their faith.

The very nature of my husband’s job at the time meant that he was rarely home. That meant church attendance was difficult and rare.When he died, and that was brought up I made the comment that no, he may not have gotten the lessons here in this life, but he was getting it first hand now and I can’t even imagine how amazing that must be.

I have heard the discussions and been part of a few, where hell is brought up. Many cannot believe that a loving God would send people to an eternal suffering and damnation. God doesn’t. God wants us all to be with Him. He wants us all walking those golden roads where there is no more suffering and pain. No more sickness, no anger, no hatred, nothing dark. It is when we do not accept that gift of salvation, the blessing of eternal life, that we condemn ourselves. The lost lamb that refused to be found.

Life is a journey. The road to Heaven and eternal life is narrow. Not impossible to find, not impossible to travel, the difficulties worthwhile. The blessings immense and eternal.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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6 Responses to September Third; Missing, as in Lost

  1. John says:

    I’m sorry that you lost Odie. How awful to find him too. 😢

  2. Sarah Davis says:

    I lost a diamond ring that was made from my mother’s and both of her parents wedding rings. I am still sick over that. I had a similar dog loss and found the body sometime later. That is rough.

  3. Dia Jae says:

    I have a bad habit of putting something in a “place” I’ll remember, and then I can’t remember where as well. Sorry about your doggie. That had to have been tough.

    • It is so frustrating when I do that. Thankfully I have few things I need to put away but still, finding the few isn’t easier than finding the many. It was really tough, more so on my husband and son because that was a man’s dog. He loved me, but he adored them and showed it.

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