“A man travels the world over in search of what he needs, and returns home to find it.” – George Moore
I lost my phone yesterday! I know – doesn’t it make you cringe at the mere thought of it? I got in my jeep after work and headed home, and when I arrived there it was gone. Maybe it was somewhere at my office or, horror of horrors, I had somehow dropped it in the parking lot as I was getting in my car. I worried about it on and off throughout the evening and then awoke ready to get to work and that parking lot, just in case. I arrived early, but there was nothing there, not a smashed phone in the parking lot nor a lonely phone setting on a desk in the office. I searched the world over and couldn’t imagine where I had left it. Where could it be?
And then it suddenly hit me, what if the phone was IN MY CAR? What if it had simply slipped off the passenger seat and lodged itself somewhere between the seat and the door or maybe it was under the seat in one of those hard-to-reach spots? I ran to the car and there it was, lying peacefully under the seat right next to a Sonic peppermint candy and two mechanical pencils. I had searched everywhere for the thing I needed, the one thing I thought was lost or at least misplaced. And there it was, in the one place it was supposed to be.
I have done this way too often in my life with things more important than a phone, jumped to the conclusion that surely what I need is further away from me than it is nearer to me. That’s why I wish I could meet the man who wrote this quote, “A man travels the world over in search of what he needs, and returns home to find it.” Something worse than losing his phone must have happened to compel him to compose such a profound sentence. His singular sentence speaks to me and reminds me and convicts me.
No wonder the mat outside our front door says, “Welcome.”