Lost & Found: Losing Religion, Finding Grace

Lost & Found is a story of grace, struggle, and growth. If time could stand still I would tell it to. These kids are growing up fast. I miss the magic kisses that solved scraped knees, the hugs that lasted for 30 minutes, and even the underfoot toddler who kept crawling into the dishwasher. Life has grown fuller, it’s easier for me to take a shower in peace, yet the scraped knees have turned into complex heartbreak and struggle.

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My heart’s desire is to protect my children. My own experiences have taught me however that true growth and maturity come from the struggles of life. So I sit back and watch helplessly as their hearts break. I am here with safe arms, with the protection of my love, and the strength to help carry their burdens with them.

I wish time would stand still. I wish life was void of suffering.

But I remember all the times that suffering and pain have led us to purpose.

Psalm 23 says we are not kept from the dark places, but rather led through them. The comfort found in the Shepherd’s Psalm is not one that promises a life free of struggles but rather that our Creator cares enough to guide us through them.

Litfuse Publicity and New Growth Press sent me a copy of Kendra Fletcher’s new book, Lost & Found: Losing Religion, Finding Grace, in exchange for my humble opinion. 

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I imagine that Kendra Fletcher and I have traveled a similar journey.

Being a parent changes you. Nearly losing a child alters you to the core.

Yesterday a good friend, Arielle Brown,  dropped by and we were talking about the “joys” of parenting. Kid’s have a way of sanctifying us, of drawing us ever closer to the cross and farther from our own self-righteousness and selfishness. They pull us from SELF and raise us into better people, better Christ followers. In essence, that is what Lost & Found is about.

Fletcher shares a period of her life that was one tragedy after another, and all of them centered around her children and her own identity. In a span of eighteen months she found her baby in a coma, ran over her 5-year-old and her 8-year-old suffered a ruptured appendix that came with additional complications. Fletcher spent a great deal of time in the hospital, face to face with suffering and death, and working through where she was in her religious journey.

I enjoyed her writing and self-reflection. For such intense parental pain, the book is a light read and I couldn’t put it down. I saw a good amount of my own faith journey in Fletcher’s experiences. God uses tiny packages to get our attention. I wouldn’t say God allows these things to happen for my own spiritual growth, there’s something in that statement that feels to self-centered. After all, it’s not just the parent’s story, it’s not just my story, it’s the child’s story. It’s not just the child’s story, but the story of all those who enter into it with him/her. I don’t know God’s reasons, there are moments when I still cry out WHY and am an unwilling participant to the suffering.

Lost & Found reads like a testimonial, it was a short read and felt like what Fletcher would share if you were sitting in a cafe together getting to know one another. It left me wanting for another visit. It left me asking questions and wanting to be shown more of the journey from legalism to grace. Where she landed is where we all need to find ourselves… JESUS IS ENOUGH.

For those, like me, who want more of Fletcher’s story you can find her at:


Grab a copy of Lost & Found or one of Kendra Fletcher’s other books before you leave!

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  1. Reading the stories of momma’s whose littles aren’t so little anymore is always bitter sweet. Some days, life is so full — with 6 kiddos aged 7 and under, that’s to be expected! But I know every time I blink they’re getting a little bigger — a little older — a little more independent. As the baby fixes to turn 2 soon, I’m left holding tight to moments that will become memories!

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