Finding Jesus
The crucifix had fallen off my bracelet…not just any old crucifix, but the one I’d been given by Grandma, after my confirmation. I was frantic. I turned out my jewelry box, desk, closet, and laundry hamper.
Nothing.
I pulled everything out of my car—trunk and passenger compartment—and found a lot of interesting and scary things, but not my crucifix. I backtracked.
No luck.
Finally, I started moving furniture, tossing the pillows all over the place. And there it was, in the sofa.
They say that God is everywhere, but who’d have thought to look between the couch cushions?
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