Lost Little Lambs Rest Your Hand In His

The lost lamb seeks its HOME
The lost lamb seeks its HOME | Source
Are you a little lamb lost?
Are you a little lamb lost? | Source

Little Lamb Lost

Her face was sweet, fair with an expression that held a softness, like that of a lost lamb. Her eyes wide with anticipation as she cautiously eased her way from the outside world into the comfort of the group she had come to know as her safety net. The car had just pulled up to the drop-off zone and she slowly exited the vehicle, almost hesitant and yet not. At this moment, you could almost see her take out her mask and place it over her face just before entering the large glass doors. As the doors closed behind her, she seemingly released the air from her lungs in a slow exhale. In that instant, one could see this lost little lamb relaxing behind an imaginary shield of protection. This ritual had occurred weekly during the school year once a week on the proverbial hump day!

She was a regular at the youth night, however not a noted presence on a Sunday morning. This made her even a bit more tenacious as she took her small frame into the sizable foyer. The group knew this young innocent and yet perhaps only by her somewhat overactive abounding joy, nervous energy and to some extent her quirky behavior as exhibited by interrupt ability in the form of giggles at the most impromptus times. She usually picked up her speed as she passed the doorway as if the world was attempting to grope and claw at her and not leave her to the safe zone. Quickly as she escapes the entryway she seeks those she recognizes and a virtual type shield seems to come over her as a transformation of sorts occurs. The bubble of her environment at last covers her.

If one were able to see through to her heart so much would be forthcoming, however, her presentation was more like that of a kaleidoscope of what she allowed being seen rather than her true reality. She entered the church gym and ran as if she were a gazelle, her feet barely touching the floor. As the woman turned her head she caught a glimpse of the face soaring toward her seeking the solace of a warm greeting and a bear hug. The woman was a soft landing in more ways than one. First she was a constant figure and second her figure was imperfect, cuddly and cushioned for lack of a better word.

The woman saw the excitement as the girl met her eyes and took off in a rapid approach; quickly she braced herself for the landing. Her face glowed in a way that the woman had noticed before, however, something was different. Something was hauntingly sad behind the smile in her eyes. She was a bouncy overzealous middle school student. She did not attend church but was a regular attendee at the youth events. She was one of two children in what the woman thought was the typical family. You know the two parent and 1.8 children, with a dog. Oh, America our statistical interpretation of the cells these children pour out of. Lost in their eyes is the future. Behind their giggles and laughter, is the heart of glass shattering in the midst of their chaotic joy.

She was a radiant child full of a laughter that emitted almost unwillingly as she masked the pain. Her frame was short and her cheeks had that bubble quality that filled with even the slightest smile. She could barely contain herself when she was in the group setting. She ran with an energy that if captured could steam an antique railcar engine. Such joy and even giddiness were her covering. She finally releases the grasp she has on the fluffy woman and yet remains very close. She unloads her litany of events from her previous week since their last meeting. She stays close at first until she connects to her little posse of friends that love her just for being her. She has shared her secrets with only a few and for those that she has allowed in, they want for her to have her bubble last as long as possible. Yes, this bubble will pop, but not yet, at least not for the typical two hours of youth activity and sermon message prepared just for the likes of her. At last, the lamb is home surrounded by love, even if only for a few hours in her week.

Are you a lost lamb?

How many of us are like this little lamb, constantly running from the groping snares of this world? Seeking comfort in the groupings of those founded in His message. How important is it for those of us who understand the Master's love, to share the message of peace that comes from taking Him with you when you leave the gatherings of His people? Taking His love and light to others from the places where you find the teachings of His word? How important to impress upon those lost lambs that He is the light of the world and wherever you go, so shall He go? Oh how we should all want for the abounding joy of the spirit to enter those lost or strayed and how passionately we should ache for those trying to find their way to a bubble for just a few hours a week? We have no real idea of the pain behind their reality and we have no need to judge or to attempt the understanding of their said reality. We must only trust in the amazing love of Christ. We must have faith and belief in the cross for which He was crucified and paid the price for all of us.

It's not for any of us to repair or fix the trials of this life. It's not for us to justify or rationalize, although as humans we tend to do so. Rather we must see Christ in all those around us and to see Him working in all things. Maybe you can’t take the real from their world, maybe you can’t make it all better, but there is someone who can. That someone is our awesome God and He is in control and Oh, how He loves us.

We should all want for the abounding joy of the spirit to enter those lost or straying, and how passionately we should ache for those trying to find their way to a bubble for just a few hours a week? Lost little lamb rest your hand in HIS and be free to shine your light for always …

He is always there wherever you go He is with you
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The Stages Of ME 3 years ago Author

Thank you Blossom and so true it fits so many young ones. I see them all the time and my heart goes out to them.

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BlossomSB 3 years ago from Victoria, Australia

A good story that would fit many young ones. We pray that they will find the Lion of Judah and stay with Him all the rest of their days.

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The Stages Of ME 3 years ago Author


Thank you for the comment I am so glad you found the message :)

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Jodah 3 years ago from Queensland Australia

Beautifully written, and a worthy message. I love the picture of the lion and lamb at the end, very appropriate.

Blessings to you.

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