Find is an odd word.
It brings up different thoughts doesn't it?
Like I am finding myself watching an episode of Who loves Raymond and finding it VERY stupid. Comparing through who don't believe in Santa with atheists. It's like "GET REAL". And then, since I'm thinking of the word find, I wonder if any of the Raymond writers have "found" the Lord God yet. If they did, I wonder how they find themselves dealing with this subject in their workplace. It can be a difficult thing integrating work and faith.
Like how I find myself increasingly fascinated by my lad. Aware now that there will be consequences for poor behaviour on his part. An issue that he is struggling with is suddenly lessened. It intrigues me how punishment becomes so quickly a motivating factor, and it's causing him to do what I've been imploring him to do.. THINK before he acts.
Like how finding something implies that it was LOST in the first place. But sometimes it was never lost, it just hadn't been discovered yet. Is something not yet discovered lost? That notion intrigues me.
I hope that this finds you locating how often you can find things throughout your day. Enjoy the journey won't you?