lost and found

I'm starting this book called "Knowing God" by J.I. Packer. It's a great book, exciting, and making me want to get into it. This whole idea of knowing God more is just so attractive to me recently, partly because of this book. I've never been disinterested in Christianity, but I've been "getting it" more and more as time goes by, and "it" is relationship with God. So, recently, my desire has just been to know Him more and more, to get into His Word, to pray and develop this relationship, this friendship with Him.

Anyway, one day I couldn't find the book. I looked everywhere for it, within reason. I looked all throughout my room, in places near my bed where I put books when I read there, in the other room where I read on the couch, in my car, in my various bookbags, even in the bathroom. No luck. I searched a second time in all of the same places, and still no luck. I started to get a bit frustrated, wondering what on earth could have happened to it. I finally got one last idea. The next time I went to work, I looked where I put books. Sure enough, there was the book with my notebook, right where I had left them when I read it on break. I felt so relieved, I even laughed at myself.

It made me think of Jesus' parable about the man searching for something he lost (I can't remember what the item was). But he set everything aside until he found it. I got a glimpse of this, because books are for me are one of the most valuable things. At first, I only casually looked for the book, but as I realized it wasn't to be found, I devoted more and more to it.

Do I pursue God in this way? Do I try to seek for the Kingdom with as much fervor as I did this book? I don't think I do, and it makes me want to change. But I am changing, and God is letting me see things that are happening "behind the curtain" a bit. It's cool, and I'm so thankful for it.