I couldn’t help but wonder… what if life is really just a series of lost-and-found moments? A bruised man on the side of the road waiting for someone to notice. A sheep wandering off, a coin hidden in the dust, a son who finally stumbles home. A tomb sealed shut until someone dares to roll the stone away.

When I read these stories together, I hear the rhythm: mercy, celebration, resurrection. A drumbeat of hope, steady and strong. The Samaritan crossing the road reminds me that love is inconvenient. The shepherd throwing a party reminds me that heaven is louder with joy than with judgment. And Lazarus walking out of the grave reminds me that sometimes the ending isn’t really the ending.

So maybe the real question isn’t what do we do when life feels hopeless? Maybe it’s who do we become when mercy is needed, when joy is possible, when resurrection is right around the corner?

Because in the end, the gospel is less about keeping it all together and more about being found, carried, celebrated, and raised back to life.

And I couldn’t help but wonder… if mercy, celebration, and resurrection are the rhythm of God’s heart, what would it look like if I started living to that beat?

Gracefully yours,

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