Lost Keys
About an hour into our annual motorcycle trip, I reached into my pocket and realized I had lost both the key and the key fob.
We knew they had fallen somewhere on the road behind us.
So we turned around.
For miles we rode the shoulder, our eyes scanning the pavement, hoping to catch the glint of metal in the morning sun.
We never found them.
There comes a moment when you realize you’re no longer searching.
You’re just hoping.
I wonder how much of life is spent making another pass at something we already know is gone.
A conversation we’d rewrite.
A decision we’d undo.
A season we’d gladly live one more time.
We keep looking over our shoulder, hoping the past will somehow be waiting where we left it.
Fortunately, Harley had planned for forgetful riders. I could enter a security PIN and keep the motorcycle running.
The keys were gone.
The journey wasn’t.
I’ve thought about that ever since.
Peace isn’t found by recovering everything we’ve lost. More often, it’s found by accepting what can’t be recovered and embracing what God has placed in front of us.
Paul understood that. He wrote, “Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead...” (Philippians 3:13).
He wasn’t trying to erase the past. He simply refused to let it determine his direction.
The keys are probably still lying somewhere beside a highway in New Mexico.
But I’m thankful I didn’t spend the rest of the trip looking for them.
Some things are meant to be left behind.
Not because they didn’t matter.
Because there’s still a road ahead.
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