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Lost and Found

Lost and Found by Julie McAllen

As 2013 comes to a close, I am reflecting on the highlights of the year. One that stands out was my trip to Pennsylvania to attend the 35th annual Witnesses Now For Jesus Conference. You are welcome to read about that adventure here: http://4witness.org/put-me-on-a-trip-the-35th-annual-witnesses-now-for-jesus-conference/

Luke 15:10 tells us there is JOY in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents, and that is why going to this conference for FORMER Jehovah’s Witnesses is the highlight of my year. To hear the testimonies of those whom God calls out of darkness and into the light of His kingdom is pure joy.

Why do I rejoice with those angels over each sinner who repents? Because a new creation is now set free to do the work prepared in advance for them (Ephesians 2:8-10). Like a parent of a newborn baby anticipating what that child might become, I love to watch what gifts will be revealed in each new creation of God. The Watchtower has not just lost another slave, the world has gained another gift from above in every newborn child of God. I am thankful for that. 

It was at that conference where I met Sharon, a former member of the Watchtower Society now set free by God’s grace. I liked her right away. I came to know her sense of humor and was thankful there was another kook in the crowd who could appreciate lost dentures and doggie doo doo, but I didn’t know she had the heart of a writer until recently when I read her Christmas memory posted on Facebook. I suggested she get a blog and she replied “what’s a blog?”  Oh dear, she’s been lost selling someone else’s magazines too long, but now she’s found.

With her permission, and my great joy, may I introduce to you my friend and first time blogger, Sharon Maguire Leasure.

Lost by Sharon Maguire Leasure

It was the Christmas of 1967, I was eight years old. I was a huge fan of “Family Affair” where there was a single father raising three chilldren, twins, Buffy and Jody along with their older sister nicknamed Sissy. They had a tough exterior male maid named Mr. French who adored the children even when his patience was running thin. Buffy had a doll who was a grandmother type, with gray hair and granny glasses. Her name was Mrs. Beasley, oh how I wanted that doll! This was the Christmas I got my very own Mrs. Beasley doll. I was so excited it was all that I wanted. By the time all the presents were opened and the wrapping paper was stuffed in trash bags I let out a shrieking scream that only an eight year old girl could make. My dad came running into the room to see me clutching my doll and crying non-stop. I looked up at him and cried, “Mrs. Beasley’s glasses are gone!” BeasleyWell my dad being the loving and caring father that he was immediately took to looking for them. He looks around the room to no avail. Then he glanced over to the six bags of trash, took a deep sigh and then dug in. He took every piece of paper out of the bag and flattened it to make sure those small glasses where not hiding. No glasses. He went on to the next bag and the next until he emptied the sixth bag and there were my dolls glasses. My dad became my hero that day. His actions showed just what a fathers love really means. He didn’t brush it off or scold me; instead he showed patience and grace to a broken hearted little girl that he cherished so very much. Now I am all grown up and as a Christian I look to my heavenly Father who also shows patience and grace to me now. I showed up lost and crying, I brought with me my bags of trash. I brought to Him the bag of insecurities, a bag of doubt, and a bag of worthlessness. I even brought Him a bag of hate and distrust. I had a bag with all these tiny pieces in it that once made up my heart. I gave it to Him, “here you go take it and see what you can find. I know I am in there but I am so lost I may never be found.” Oh what a loving Father. He took each of the bags I gave Him and went through each one as if it were so very fragile. He lifted each piece inside the bag with gentleness as if every piece had value. Then something wonderful happened. Amongst all that trash that He so lovingly took care of was a tiny little bag, it was hidden from sight as if it was never meant to be bothered with. On the bag was a label that read, MY CHILD. Inside the bag was me, He picked me up like a porcelain doll and placed me in the palm of His hands. He said “For there is no one in heaven or on earth that will snatch you from the palm of my hand. You will never again be lost.” John 10:28-29 I give them eternal life, and they will never perish. No one can snatch them away from me, for my Father has given them to me, and He is more powerful than anyone else. No one can snatch them from the Father’s hand.

Thank you to Sharon Maguire Leasure for permission to share this. Thank you to our readers for your encouragement throughout 2013. Thank you and praise to Jesus Christ our reigning Lord, Savior and King who sets hearts free!

Keep yourself in God’s love, Julie

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December 9, 2013 Posted by | According to Scripture, Expressions, Uncategorized, Watchtower Society | , , , , , | 2 Comments

   

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