Lost my wallet a few days ago. I went crazy trying to find it. Checked all the usual places where I might have put it. Tried here and there, with an increasing sense of lost. I was nearly in complete despair of finding it when my wife discovered it beside my “prayer” chair. It had slipped out of my running pants. Together we celebrated, for a little bit, before I had to run out the door late to an appointment. Luke 15:1-10 makes sense. Glad I preached on it this week.