The other day I misplaced my underarm briefcase. The case not only contained very important notes that I needed but also a very large check from a client. As one might imagine, I was frantic because my case was lost. I was sick over the fact that I would have to call my client and tell her that her check was lost . I prayed like it was the end of the world over this briefcase. Then, as always, the Lord came through and I retraced my steps and found the missing case which had been lost.

Later on that evening it dawned upon me. I was sick over the loss of a “thing”, albeit a valuable thing that a client had entrusted me with but nevertheless it was still a thing; a thing that can be replaced. What if I viewed the lost and was sick over those going…