Is something I keep realizing I have...but see, I keep putting it down, or in my drawer, or it gets left in my covers when I sleep. Sometimes I drop it and think, "I'll go back for it later," and then--IT'S GONE when I get back.

Then I look, and look, and cry a little, and beg, and whirl around in circles, and finally sit down and punch the floor or chair besides me.

I put my hand in my pocket. And yeah, it's not there. Other one. Nope.

"God."

Reach into the left pocket again, nothing.

You know when Jesus asked the fishermen to put their nets on the other side? I'm sure they'd tried that already, before. But see, it was DIFFERENT this time.

So I reach into the other side...and what would you know?

"You'll never be able to lose this as long as you live. I'll always put it back, in the other side. Much love, Your Friend"