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Finder of Lost Things

Rediscovering Your Identity, Your Faith, and the God Who Finds You

There are moments in life when you realize something is missing, but you can’t quite name what it is. It isn’t tangible or easily replaced. It’s deeper than that—a sense of self, a clarity, a connection to who you once were and who you believed God created you to be.

We don’t usually lose our identity all at once. We lose it slowly. Through responsibilities that stretch us thin. Through heartbreak that teaches us to guard our hearts. Through survival seasons where simply getting through the day feels like enough. Somewhere along the way, pieces of us go quiet—our confidence, our joy, our faith, even our ability to feel deeply.

And yet, God is a finder of lost things.

Scripture reminds us of this truth again and again, but Joseph’s story stands out. His life is a powerful example of how what appears lost is often just hidden for a season.

Joseph lost his place in his family, his sense of safety, his reputation, and years of his life to circumstances he never chose. Betrayed by his brothers, sold into slavery, and forgotten in prison, he could have believed that his identity and calling were stripped from him. But God never lost sight of Joseph.

Even in the pit, God was present.

Even in the prison, God was preparing him.

Joseph carried his identity with him long before his position ever reflected it. What others tried to discard, God quietly preserved. The delay was not denial—it was development. Though Joseph could not see the full picture, God was shaping his character in hidden places.

In many ways, our lives mirror Joseph’s. There are seasons when the dreams God placed in our hearts feel distant. Times when we feel misunderstood, overlooked, or forgotten. Moments when our faith feels thinner than it used to. But being lost to people does not mean being lost to God.

God doesn’t just restore what we’ve lost—He restores it with purpose.

Sometimes He begins by awakening our senses again. We start to notice beauty. We feel hope stirring. We remember what once mattered to us. Faith becomes less about certainty and more about trust. We realize that God has been walking with us the entire time, even when we couldn’t feel Him.

Often, God sends help along the way—angels, not always with wings, but in human form. People who show up at the right moment. Conversations that speak directly to places we haven’t shared out loud. Gentle reminders that we are still seen, still called, still held.

Joseph didn’t realize he had been found until he looked back and saw how carefully God had guided every step. What once felt like loss became preparation. What felt like delay became destiny.

And maybe that’s true for us, too.

The process of rediscovery is rarely rushed. It requires patience, humility, and trust. It invites us to stop striving and allow God to lead us back—to our identity, our faith, and our sense of purpose. What is found is often deeper, wiser, and more grounded than what existed before.

God is still the finder of lost things.

He has not forgotten you.

And what He is restoring in you is not accidental.