Lost Little Lambs Rest Your Hand In His
Little Lamb Lost
The car pulled up to the drop-off zone as she slowly exited the vehicle her eyes dazed in a joyful pose that was more plaster than softness, a look put on for her protection almost hesitant and yet not. At this moment, you could practically see her taking out the mask and placing it over her face just before entering the large glass doors.
The doors closed behind her as she releases the air from her lungs in a slow exhale. The lost little lamb was, at last, relaxing behind her imaginary shield.
This ritual had occurred weekly during the school year on the current hump day! She was a regular at the youth night, yet not a noted presence on a Sunday morning. This timidity made her a bit more tenacious as she took her small frame into the sizable foyer of the sanctuary.
She usually picked up her speed as she passed the doorway as if the world was attempting to grope and claw at her back not allowing her the safe zone. She escapes the entryway seeking 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.
The group knew this face and yet 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.
If one were able to see through to her heart much would be forthcoming, but, her presentation was more like that of a puzzle of what she allowed to be seen rather than her actual 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.
Seeing the excitement of the girl in rapid approach the woman braced herself for the landing. Her face glowed noticeably, but, something was different. There was a haunting sadness behind the smile in her eyes.
This lost little lamb was a bouncy overzealous middle schooler who did not attend church but was a regular attendee at youth events. Our world is full of our statistical these children as they pour into our homes, schools, and churches 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 that hides their stories.
She was a radiant child full of 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 couldn't contain herself when she was in the group setting. She ran with energy that if captured could steam the engine of an antique railcar.
Such joy and even giddiness were her covering. She finally releases the pent-up emotion as she lands on the fluffy woman and 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 for being her.
She has shared her secrets with only a few, and for those that she has allowed in, they want her bubble last as long as possible. Yes, the balloon must pop, but not yet, at least not for the typical two hours of youth activity and sermon message prepared for the likes of her. At last, the lamb is home surrounded by love, if only for a few hours in her week.
Are you a lost lamb?
How many of us are like this little lamb, running from the groping snares of this world? Seeking comfort in the words of God's 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 of worship where you find the teachings of His word is what we are called to do. How essential to impress upon those lost lambs that He is the light of the world and wherever you go, so will He go?
Oh how we should all want for the abounding joy of the spirit to enter those lost or strayed and how we should ache for those trying to find their way to a bubble for a few hours a week? We have no real idea of the pain behind their reality, and we do not need to judge or to attempt the understanding of their sad truth. We must only trust in the amazing love of Christ. We must have faith and belief in the cross.
What I love about the little girl I described earlier is her feeling of solace in her Father's house. She shared sad details of her reality that made you realize she needed protection and love. She learned to trust in this safe zone as a place to connect with a Father who loved her unconditionally. She came to expect that kind of love from those she met at the church youth nights. They became her lifeline during a time when navigating her life seemed out of her control. Because it was, she was a child living in the chaos of choices around her.
After some time she began to mature, always feeling comfort in the connections she made there while flourishing into a beautiful young woman stronger from her trials. In some way, we are all a little like the lost little lamb. We have seasons in life that situations are out of our control and we seek our Father's house with the passion of a youthful teen heading to their safe zone.
It's not for any of us to repair or fix the trials of this life nor for us to justify or rationalize, although as humans we tend to do so. Instead, we must seek Christ in all those around us and see Him working in all things. You can’t take the real from the world and truth is 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.
How we ache for those trying to find their way to a bubble for a few hours a week? Lost little lamb rest your hand in His and be free to shine your light for always. I pray we are ready when the lost find their way to us; I pray we know how to be the hands and feet of Christ in a nation lost in so many ways.
Being mindful that we also have all been a little scared in our growth spurts will help us to tend to the needs of those in their season of growth. We never lose when we flock together under the nurturing protection of the Shepherd. Even if one of us strays, He uses His staff to guide us back to the herd where He never lets us go. Lost or strayed we are His little lambs, and Jesus is the Lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world. Thank God He has mercy on us.
Many lost lambs will flock to our churches; some we will meet in the streets, some will show up at your doorstep, be ready to be a soft landing spot and share the story of the Lamb and what it feels like to be in love with Him.
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