The lost is found

This struck me funny, because yesterday I found my long-lost (for three weeks) winter jacket at church. I was there for EFM and dropped by the church office to visit--and was so surprised to find the black jacket I'd been searching for right there on one of the chairs! They told me that's where they put lost items. . . .but I didn't know where I'd lost it--until then.

This jacket is about 10 years old. It's the one I wore in Minneapolis last year when I met Diane and her husband. Although this jacket is ten years old, it looks pretty new, because I don't wear it too often in south Texas. I might wear it at the most ten times each winter.

I am glad I don't have to buy another coat for its infrequent usage.