Lost and Found

When I moved back Stateside, I spent the first couple of weeks looking for the draft of a poem I had been working on for a couple months.  I looked through all the stuff I had lugged home and eventually concluded that I must have left my 35+ lines on my desk, on my counter, on the subway, on a seat at the airport - somewhere on the other side of the world.  
This evening I grabbed my Bible as I headed out of the house for a "jump start" study, and when I opened it I found my missing poem folded inside the cover.  You know what that means? It means that until now I haven't opened my Bible since I've been home.  Seven months.  In Korea I was reading my Bible before work every morning and as somehow, its a habit that didn't stick.  I realize that rarely touched it before then either.  But 7 months?  
I find I'm not especially gifted at managing my time. It's always something I either think I have plenty of or not enough, and somehow allow things to slip out of my schedule.  It was so much easier for me to notice God while I was over there...or maybe he found me.