Tuesday, January 10, 2012


Heart pounding and nearly hysterical with fear, I raced from person to person.

“Have you seen my little girl? She’s only 19 months old, and she’s wearing a pink flowered dress. Have you seen her?”

Going to the Little League carnival had seemed like a good idea. Raising money for my three older boys’ teams while spending an afternoon playing with the four younger kids was a winning combination. I never had to worry about taking them places. Ranging in age from 19 months to 5 ½ years old, the younger ones had long been drilled with the rules of any outing.

Hold hands with one of your siblings, or with Mom or Dad.

Stay where we can see you.

Don’t wander off by yourself.

They all knew the guidelines, and were usually very good about obeying them.

kids holding hands for lost 

But not on this day.

The worst part was that I’d been the one to hold little Megan’s hand the entire afternoon. I had only dropped it for a minute to give an attendant a ticket. I turned around, and she had disappeared!

“Have you seen my little girl?”

I saw the looks of sympathy from some parents. I also saw the disapproving looks others cast at a mother who had failed to keep a close eye on her baby. What’s worse, I knew that I deserved them.

My other three kids crowded in closely to me, reacting to my distress.

“Have you seen my little girl? Please! Help me!”

Out of the corner of my eye I glimpsed a flash of pink and whirled in that direction.

There she was! No more than ten feet away, Megan stood watching a child play at another booth. Totally engrossed, she was impervious to the distress her short absence had caused.

She even smiled at me as I raced to scoop her up in my arms, never understanding the tears of relief streaming down my face. She never even realized I had lost her.

I was angry, too, but angry at myself.

Contrary to all signs indicating otherwise, I was a good mom. Yet it only took a fraction of a minute for my attention to wander, and for me lose sight of one of my kids. No matter how much I wish it were different, I will never be a perfect mom. That’s one reason I need the Lord so much.

God is the perfect parent. He, too, encourages us as His children to stay close to Him. His desire is for us to cling to Him and never wander. Yet sometimes we, like little children, don’t obey Him. As a result, we find ourselves separated from God. Like Megan, we may not even recognize the danger.

The difference is that as a perfect parent, God never loses track of me. His attention never wanders. And even when I, as His child, drop His hand and stray away from Him, He still knows where I am. I am never truly lost.

Because He always has His eye on me.

“No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”

Romans 8:38-39

Further reflection:

1. Have you felt “lost”, and far away from the Lord?
2. How did it feel when you drew close to Him again?
3. What do you need to do to stay close to your Father?

Father, I confess that it easy for me to let my heart wander. Other things court my attention, and even though I love You I let them pull me away. Yet You never let go of me, You never lose sight of me, and You always call me back. How great is Your love.


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