Someone has said that the hard places of life will either make you hard and mean or drive you to Jesus. Thats true, but theres more than that. Sometimes the dark will teach you about yourself, about Gods love, and about amazing grace. There are those who have been there and teach the rest of us what they found so we can find it too. Thats what Kendra Fletcher has done in a wonderful and refreshing way. As I read this book I cried, I laughed, and I sang The Hallelujah Chorus! This is a book that just might change your life!
Steve Brown, Key Life radio broadcaster; author of Hidden Agendas and How to Talk So People Will Listen
Compelling, compassionate, convicting describe the story behind Lost and Found . Yet, as readers, we are lead to such a profound, transforming understanding of the infinite love and grace of God, our hearts are filled with relief as we are reminded that we do not have to earn his eternal love and companionship, but that his goodness and mercy follow us every step of our lives. Kendras story brings life-giving beauty through each page.
Sally Clarkson, blogger; speaker; author
In days where worldly prosperity gospel tries to convince us that suffering doesnt exist, and religious moral behaviorism says, God owes me, Kendra Fletcher reveals the beauty and grace of God found in the midst of real pain in honest people. Her testimony of God using the catastrophes of life to draw her back to himself encourages us to see the hope that we are all longing for and can find in Jesus. This book is a page-turner of true hope and joy in a real world.
Jim Applegate, Pastor at Redeemer Church, Modesto, CA
The message Kendra has to share is one that can only be described as desperately needed. In a society laden with self-sufficiency and selfdependency, our souls are starving for the tenderness of being cared for by someone who truly loves us... not for what we can do for him, but because of his unrelenting grace. Experiencing heartbreak and trials beyond her wildest nightmares, Kendra shares how God reached down and helped her lose her religion and find the grace that was hers all along. He has that very same grace for each one of us. Kendras story helps us see what it looks like so we can embrace it as well.
Durenda Wilson, Author of The Unhurried Homeschooler
Too many believers arent desperately needy for Jesus. They feel like they are good enough on their own. Through her tragic but beautiful story, Kendra describes how she powerfully encountered the God she thought she knew... a God who is close, gracious, and necessary for our every breath. Lost and Found is for anyone who desires a fresh encounter with God in their own story.
Barrett Johnson, Founder of INFO for Families; author of The Talk(s)
Kendras story of her journey to the cross drops keys of freedom into the hands of beautiful rowdy prisoners as she turns our eyes to the one and only Savior who sets the captives free. Read Lost and Found and share it with others, then watch as the prison doors swing open. A truly gospel-centered, Christ-exalting read.
Kimm Crandall, Author of Christ in the Chaos and Beloved Mess
In his great kindness and love, the Lord frequently speaks to us with occurrences that are so much louder than words were familiar with. He does this because he cherishes us and wants to free us from our false trusts: trusts in something other than his grace, trusts in the identity weve dressed ourselves in, trusts in our own abilities to self-righteously pull it off. Though this freedom is delightful we always militate against it, because were terrified of losing what we think we cant live without. My friend Kendra Fletcher has been given that freedom and Im so thankful; but the way that it came to her was as hard as anything Ive ever read. Let me encourage you to dive deeply into Kendras story and see the wonderful freedom that comes from loss and being found.
Elyse M. Fitzpatrick, Author of Because He Loves Me
LOST AND FOUND
Losing Religion, Finding Grace
Kendra Fletcher
New Growth Press, Greensboro, NC 27404
www.newgrowthpress.com
Copyright 2017 Kendra Fletcher
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publisher, except as provided by USA copyright law.
Scripture quotations are taken from The Holy Bible, English Standard Version. Copyright 2000; 2001 by Crossway Bibles, a division of Good News Publishers. Used by permission. All rights reserved.
Cover Design: Faceout Books, faceoutstudio.com
Interior Design and Typesetting: Lisa Parnell, lparnell.com
ISBN 978-1-942572-63-3 (Print)
ISBN 978-1-942572-64-0 (eBook)
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Names: Fletcher, Kendra, 1970- author.
Title: Lost and found : losing religion, finding grace / Kendra Fletcher.
Description: Greensboro, NC : New Growth Press, 2017. | Includes
bibliographical references and index.
Identifiers: LCCN 2016038869 | ISBN 9781942572633 (pbk.)
Subjects: LCSH: Grace (Theology) | Suffering--Religious
aspects--Christianity. | Fletcher, Kendra, 1970---Family.
Classification: LCC BT761.3 .F54 2017 | DDC 277.3/083092 [B] --dc23
LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2016038869
Printed in the United States of America
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To Fletch, who helped me in so many practical ways to finish this book, and who asked me repeatedly if my eyes were on Jesus as I wrote it. You point me to him more faithfully than anyone I know.
To Hayden, Nate, Jack, Abby, Caroline, Annesley, Christian, and Joe, who lived these stories and many more. May you always know that you are worthy because Jesus is worthy.
Contents
CHAPTER 1
Perhaps the most surprising aspect of writing our own stories is coming face-to-face with what we fear in telling them. Honesty, even with ourselves, is hard fought, and yet the beauty of being freed from self-deception is really quite glorious!
Kristen Kill
I found my baby in a coma. On a hot summer day in June 2008, while kids ran in the sprinklers, the air conditioner kicked on before 9 a.m. and the temperature pushed itself over the triple-digit line, I found my tiny baby boy hanging onto his tiny little life by a still tinier thread.
I was expecting this day to be like every other summer day: the kids in the pool, the laundry piled up with beach towels times ten of us. I washed, they dried their dripping bodies, I washed again. Its part of the ebb and flow in the domestic life of our bigger-than-average family. Our home sometimes feels like a freeway with teens in and out, families lingering on the back porch, door hinges squeaking as we go from kitchen to backyard with bowls of watermelon, glasses of ice water, salads, and burgers for the grill.
Id fed most of the kids their breakfast that day, probably a bowl of cornflakes because no one wants a hot meal when the temperature is already heading for 100 degrees. I checked my watch. Nine hours seemed like an awfully long stretch of sleep for a seven-week-old, so I quickened my pace as I climbed the stairs to see if I could hear him. No baby noisesno crying, no little newborn squeaks, no sniffy breathing. I quietly pushed open my bedroom door to check on him. He was there in his miniature Moses basket, a thin white cotton blanket bunched up beside him. He was barely breathing. It was obvious that something was amiss. His skin was too cold for such a sticky June morning, his breaths were quick and shallow, and his eyes seemed to stare at nothing.