Monday, October 1, 2012

The Lost Sheep, or the lost Shirt

This morning I was just getting ready to put on some housework clothes when I realized one of my old t shirts was missing.  I checked the laundry basket and it was not there.  I searched all the dresser drawers and even pulled them out thinking that perhaps the shirt had fallen behind them.

I took a flashlight out and searched under the bed, behind the headboard of the bed and behind the dressers.  My husband joined in the search for a bit as well.

The shirt is old and not worth much, but the very idea that it had gone missing was bothering me.  I checked the dryer and on the floor around the washing machine.  I even checked my rag bag to make sure I hadn't mistakenly put it there.  After all, it is a worn shirt and I thought perhaps I had not realized what I was doing. 

The shirt was no where to be found.  I then worried that perhaps I had thrown it away without knowing it.  It would not be a first for me to do that.

Suddenly, I felt like the Lord was reminding me of something.  'Now you know what it's like when I am searching for my lost sheep.  I leave the fold and go on a hunt much as you are now.  I do not give up, but check everywhere and do all I can to restore that one who has stumbled away from me.'

Matthew 18:12-14  '"What do you think?  If a man owns a hundred sheep, and one of them wanders away, will he not leave the ninety-nine on the hills and go to look for the one that wandered off?  And if he finds it, I tell you the truth, he is happier about that one sheep than about the ninety=nine that did not wander off.  In the same way your Father in heaven is not willing that any of these little ones should be lost."

I took a breath and smiled.  'Well, that shirt is not worth much but I know YOU know where it is Lord.  I'm not going to worry about it.  You always find things that I've lost  anyway.  Thank you that I am worth more than that shirt.  Thank you for finding me when I was not searching for you.'

It dawned on me that I need not worry and fret over my loved ones who seem so far from God and His blessings.  He is searching them out with more energy than I ever could.

I then felt like going to my closet and finding something else to wear.  I looked down and saw a wadded up cloth.  I picked it up and there was my old t shirt.  It's worn, and not my best shirt...yet it is comfortable and special to me.  Perhaps that is how my Father sees me...not the brightest or the best...but special to Him.

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