I’m exhausted, so I lay down on the damp grass. Any glimpses of light have already faded from the sky. Only a still, bleak darkness remains.
I’m lost. And I’m the only one. Whimpering and weakly calling over and over to Him. Will He come for me? Will He come look for me? I don’t know if He will. It’s all my fault anyway, I ran away. I didn’t mean to in the first place, I just meant to step away a bit. The other side looked so much easier, I just wanted to go over for a minute. But then it turned into a day, a week, and as everyone else kept moving on, I stayed farther and farther behind. I thought I was together. I thought I was fine - a pretty good thing. But somehow, I strayed off. And here I was, trying to find comfort in a dark, cold land.
I knew I would never be able to find the way by myself. But I just kept on trying to hope - He WOULD find me, wouldn’t He?
I called out to Him, over and over. Praying He would come pick me up and put me in His arms - the place that I would be safe forever. "Please, please," I would cry, “find me please."
With my last ounce of strength, I whispered, “Father, I am yours. And nothing can ever take me away from You. You will find me."
And all was dark. Silence.
But then, I felt His arms. He came and cradled me - wrapping me in His soft cloak.
“It is not the will of your Father that one of these little ones should parish. You are mine, and I will not ever loose you. I will protect you and keep you safe. Even when you’re frightened, you will know that I am here because I will say so."
I was found.
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“What do you think? If a man has a hundred sheep, and one of them goes astray, does he not leave the ninety-nine and go to the mountains to seek the one that is straying? And if he should find it, assuredly, I say to you he rejoices more over that sheep than over the ninety-nince that did not go astray. Even so it is not the will of your Father who is in heaven that one of these little ones should parish." -Matthew 18: 12-14
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