Standing on the stairway in a department store, frantic to glimpse Mom.
Returning from our family’s first trip in downtown Chicago and having no idea which subway would take us to our car
Hearing that a gospel singer who had recently sung a small Baptist church that I attended had been killed in an airplane crash, and knowing that I would have died without Jesus.
Arriving home to utter stillness, without a note to explain my family’s disappearance, certain that I had been ‘left behind.”
Follow Hwy 26 in the middle of Nebraska, only to find ourselves in the midst of a herd of friendly beef cows
Bringing home that tiny, helpless, totally-dependent baby and having no confidence in my ability to care for my first-born
Learning that the lost place inside is a call of my soul to the fullness of God, the only answer to being “found.”