She rummaged around in her belongings to uncover It but to no avail. She couldn’t find It. It just wasn’t there.
She went to the store to buy a new pair of shoes, thinking she would discover Its hiding place. But It wasn’t in the shoes. So, she decided to buy a matching purse and a dress. But It didn’t show up in them either.
Surely, she thought, It must be in a new house, so she cajoled her husband into buying a new house, which they could not afford. But It wasn’t in the house.
When the newness of the house wore off, she guessed It must be in a new car. But after buying one, she couldn’t find It in the car. It wasn’t in there.
She yearned to find It and searched high and low in wealth, but It could not be found in dollar bills. It wasn’t in prosperity.
Without a doubt, she was sure It must be in the ladder of success. So, she climbed it, reaching for that golden ring. But It was absent in ladder climbing. It wasn’t in success.
She thought It might be found in others, so she poured out her life into doing for others. But It eluded her there as well.
With certainty, she decided It must be in the impressive mountains with their majestic heights and snow-capped summits. So, she took a vacation. But, alas, It was still illusive. It wasn’t in the mountains.
So, she concluded It must be in the vast ocean. But Its soothing waves and warm sand did not reveal It. It wasn’t in the ocean.
She couldn’t find It. No matter where she looked.
One day, she gave up and decided to go off by herself. Early in the morning, at the blush of light, she climbed to the peak of a nearby hill and sat down.
As the horizon released the sun, soft wisps of color mingled with the delicate blue sky, affording her a delightful view. She reveled in the breath-taking panorama encircling her.
The crisp morning air gently brushed against her cheeks. The soft cooing of turtledoves infringed on the silence of the morning. She savored the fragrance of the honeysuckle as the gentle breeze distilled its aroma.
As she sat there enthralled by the beauty surrounding her, something began to happen deep within her soul. She began to pray. As she looked up, she saw a vision of a rugged, bloody cross. She saw the Man of God give up His last breath for all mankind. For her.
Then, she saw a stony tomb open up and Jesus appeared, reaching out His nail-scarred hand to her. He whispered to her spirit, You’re forgiven. The It you’ve been looking for can only be found in Me.
While the beauty of creation rejuvenated her soul, the sweetness of the Lord’s presence filled her heart with His peace and comfort.
She wept great tears of sadness mingled with even greater tears of joy. She felt a wave of forgiveness sweep over her and a burden lifted from her life.
She fell on her face in praise and thanksgiving for the grace and mercy she had found. For she had found It.
What is It for you? Where have you found It?