The Finding and the Being Found: Introducing my book

You stare at your baby in your arms, rocking back and forth in the room you’d imagined would be a place of solace. You’d envisioned breastfeeding as beautiful and quiet, gentle and spiritual. But the feeding feels like work, physical work. You’re sore. You made rookie mistakes those first few days and your body has paid the price every three hours since. Then there are the tears. The feelings of dread and joy and fear and magic, all wound up around this little life, this child who knows nothing but how you are the only one, the one with the milk, the one with the arms, the one with the body that held him. And your moments in the rocking chair are so full of that intensity, the power of being one small person’s Only, that every hope you held for your life before this being arrived–the woman you would be, the God you would know–seem to crumble around you. You’ve entered a new world and you don’t know how to pray anymore.


We lose things all the time. The sunglasses we adored, the wedding band that slipped into the ocean, the dream of  how we would live our one beautiful life. You lost prayer. Once you realized you lost it, it was already gone: sunglasses dropped from a careless hand in the parking lot.

The reality, though, is that the things we lose never cease to exist. Yes, the sunglasses are crushed by the passing car. But always the materials remain, even as the cleaning truck swipes the pieces into the chaos of the landfill. Even as the wedding band slips to the bottom of a sandy sea, and plankton glide through its wide, golden tunnel. And the dreams we once clung to? They wait, quiet. They wait, like prayer, to be found.


Jesus talked about the Kingdom of God as a something we should seek, run after, pursue with our lives. And what about when it feels too abstract to catch hold of? What if what we thought we were seeking actually turns out to be our own performance and not God at all? What does it mean to find?

It’s such a cliche, isn’t it? Lost to Found. Losing and Finding again. Can we find God or is it possible that only God can find us? Is it all, both, at the same time?


You move across the country with your baby and your husband. You lose the part of you that once had a “career,” the part of you that “ministered” and now you stare at yourself in the mirror in this strange new land where no one knows you or loves you, except for the two people in your home. And you ask the God who feels so distant: “Can you love me, if I’m not even me anymore?” And you’re not sure that God hears you. Maybe God stopped listening all those months ago when you stopped talking.

And you have not been found in this place. This place is unknowable. You have been lost here, in the middle of California, alone on a Wednesday morning. You are lost.


Sometimes the finding happens in the ordinary, everyday places. Grace lives in the ordinary. And there, in our weaknesses, our frailties–our mundane lives of stuffing the laundry into the dryer and searching for a parking space, pushing our kids in the grimy, squeaking swing, and learning how to make sense of every dream given and taken–God is finding us.

Finding us. Finding us. Finding us.

My memoir Found: A Story of Questions, Grace and Everyday Prayer releases April 1. It’s available for pre-order here. (What?!  Can you believe this is actually happening?)

Thank you for walking with me through this year and celebrating with me today. I’m so grateful for this community and this opportunity.

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  • Christie Purifoy

    Such a beautiful introduction. Pre-ordering today!

  • Campbell C. Hoffman

    Oh my goodness – you’ve taken my breath away! And yes, I can absolutely believe this is happening.

  • Kari

    Congratulations! Can’t wait to read it.

  • Katie Noah Gibson

    I cannot WAIT to read this. So excited for you, friend!

  • suzannah | the smitten word

    was it really just two aprils ago that we were talking over drinks about about this very book, still in process and in dreams? congratulations, micha. so happy for you–and all of us who read:)

  • idelette

    Beautiful! And: Congratulations!

    Micha, I can so relate to the part about moving to a brand-new place where nobody knows you or what you can “do.”

  • Leigh Kramer

    MICHA! I have goosebumps reading this. I cannot wait to hold this book in my hands. I’m so proud of you. I know this book will speak to so many. We are so celebrating at FFW!

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  • Emily

    Congratulations! Looking forward to reading it in April :)

  • Angie Mabry-Nauta

    I remember at least one of those discussions over drinks two Aprils ago. Micha’s passion was as clear then as it is now. So glad you followed God’s leading, Micha, all of this time. I have a feeling that God will be glorified through your offering in this book!

  • Tanya Marlow

    Oh wow. I need this book, friend.

    This book is going to minister to people.

    So excited for you. Xx

  • Ginny Kubitz Moyer

    What an exciting time for you! Blessings on the launch!

  • Leah Davis

    Congratulations Micha!! We passed Anne’s phone around mom’s group today and ooohed and aaahed over your cover. We missed you. I’m ordering 10 copies of your book – can you autograph at least one for me? :) Love you.

  • Farah

    Hooray! The outside is lovely, but what’s behind that ferny forest is lovelier.

  • Tara M. Owens

    Oh, Micha. Your words captured me instantly. I was planning on pre-ordering anyway, but now I want each of my friends to order this immediately.

  • Angie Kay Webb

    Is this a book someone with an empty nest would enjoy or more for young children mom? It sounds fascinating and was shared by Tara Owens. Glad to connect here

  • pastordt

    Wow. That’s all, honey. Just WOW. Can’t wait.

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  • tamarahillmurphy

    Doing a happy dance here in Austin tonight! I’m so proud of you, Micha!!

  • Addie Zierman

    Celebrating with you and cheering you on friend! The book looks beautiful!