The Lost Hairbrush

I won't lie, it doesn't sound that exciting, but whilst cycling into town (after finding it) I was hit by a sudden realisation, which I thought I'd blog. 

So, a quick hairbrush summary, after returning from home to my student home I couldn't find my hairbrush, I searched my bag, but no luck. The result, I discovered combing my hair was a painful task.

Roughly six days later I rediscovered my hairbrush in my bag (which I had double/tripled check) my joy at finding it again was pretty huge. It sounds daft, but combing your hair is painful, so I was very glad to rediscover my hairbrush. 

So, what is the hairbrush's importance?

In the bible, Jesus tells this story: 

“Or suppose a woman has ten silver coins and loses one. Doesn’t she light a lamp, sweep the house and search carefully until she finds it? ⁹ And when she finds it, she calls her friends and neighbors together and says, ‘Rejoice with me; I have found my lost coin.’ ¹⁰ In the same way, I tell you, there is rejoicing in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents.”

Luke 15:8-10

I had lost my hairbrush (importance a lot lower than a silver coin) however, I was slightly saddened by my loss, and whilst I admit my search for it was pretty poor, I did have great joy upon discovering my rather old and manky hairbrush.

So, how would I have felt if I had lost something of great importance?

How does God feel when we turn back to him? 

A lot happier than I did I bet!

But, what hit me was, I had to search for my hairbrush, how often do I search for those who are calling out to be found by God? Not as often as I should.

On a more amusing note, it appears I am not the only one who laments the loss of a hairbrush: