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Losing Bear

On our way back from Florida we lost "bear".  He was Blake's lovey - and he was very, very loved.  Blake got him as a gift when he was a baby - and had snuggled with him every day since.  He lost him on his fifth birthday.  I cried.  I mean really, really cried.  I felt like I wasn't just saying goodbye to bear - but to my little boy.  He is big now.  I mean really, really big.  He is riding his bike, swimming under water and playing baseball (ok, ok Tee Ball).  I begged God to help us find him, to work a miracle, I KNEW God had the power.  We lost him on an airplane - he could be anywhere.  But I begged and begged God to send him back.  One morning, while once again begging God to help us find this precious lost bear I was totally and completely convicted.  I have never once begged God so passionately, so fervently for a lost soul.  I mean I shed some serious tears over this furry little creature and I can't remember shedding a single tear for a truly lost soul.  I can't remember BEGGING God for someone's salvation.  Actually, I do remember praying for a few specific people when I was a young child...but when those prayers weren't answered, I think I kind of gave up.   We never found bear.  But I am praying with all of my heart that God will fill me with deep, passionate, heart-felt, faith filled prayers for people who are lost.  That they will find Him.  That they will know His love.  That they will come home.

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