Where's My Keys?

Yesterday at 4:30 pm. I drove out to the Suter's Stand by Sterling. I get some peaches, corn, and tomatoes. I run into my house and put the fruit and veggies on the counter. Then I think I put my wallet and keys on time of my desk. After dinner I go to grab my keys, and I don't see them on my desk. My wallet's there, but where's my keys?? I look and look and look and I can't find my keys anywhere. So I borrow Pat's. I get up in the morning and I keep looking to no avail. This starts to remind me of the story Jesus told about the woman who lost one of her ten coins. (Luke 15) Jesus tells the story to remind us how we should love the lost and seek after them. But I like the idea of treasured better than lost. Because what's lost is treasured, the search is passionate. If the woman had only lost a penny, big deal. Who cares about a people. had I lost a key I rarely use, so what? But the coin and the set of keys is treasured. You seek until you find. Wouldn't it be amazing if we who love Jesus cared enough for those who don't, that we would passionately seek them out. We would see people who don't follow Jesus as treasured people God wants us to show His amazing grace to. We wouldn't stop until His Kingdom comes. So don't just consider people who don't know Jesus as lost. Look at them as treasured too! By the way, Pat found my keys about an hour ago in Mary's pursue, hung on the desk chair. Now I wonder how did the keys get in there?
These are the days my friend!
Jim "Train"