Our life stages are unique, Kathy enjoys sharing her thoughts and stages through her writing and looks forward to learning about yours.
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 covers her.
The group knew this face, somewhat overactive abounding joy, and nervous energy. To some extent, her quirky behavior exhibits interruption in the form of giggles at the most impromptus times.
If one were able to see through to her heart, much would be forthcoming. Her presentation was more like a puzzle of what she allowed others to see instead of 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 seconds her body imperfect, cuddly, and cushioned, for lack of a better word.
Seeing the excitement of the girl in a 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 as a regular attendee but was often at youth events. Our world is full of statistical children as they pour into our homes, schools, and churches so lost with their eyes to the future. Behind their giggles and laughter is the heart of glass shattering amid 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 filled with even the slightest smile. She couldn't contain herself when she was in the group setting. She ran with enthusiasm that, if captured, could steam the engine of an antique rail car.
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 shares her secrets with only a few, those she allows in want her bubble to 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 little lamb, 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 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? Bringing love and light to others from places of worship where you find His word's teachings is what it calls us 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?
Everyone would want the abounding joy of the spirit to enter those lost or strayed, and how should we ache for those trying to find their way to a bubble for a few hours a week? We do not understand the pain behind their reality and need not judge attempting to understand their truth. Hoping they find faith and belief in the cross.
I love the little girl I described earlier is the solace she feels in her Father’s house. The sweet girl shared sad details of her reality that made you realize she needed protection and love — learning to trust in this safe zone as a place to connect with a Father who loved her. Coming 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, feeling comfortable in the connections she made there while flourishing into a beautiful young woman stronger from her trials. 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 a youthful, passionate teen heading to their safe zone.
It’s not for us to repair or fix the trials of life. Nor for us to justify or rationalize, although as humans, we 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 the 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 they 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 tend to those in their growth season. We never lose when we flock together under the 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 world's sins. 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.
© 2013 Kathy Henderson
Kathy Henderson (author) from Pa on October 25, 2013:
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.
Bronwen Scott-Branagan from Victoria, Australia on October 25, 2013:
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.
Kathy Henderson (author) from Pa on October 24, 2013:
Thank you for the comment I am so glad you found the message :)
John Hansen from Gondwana Land on October 24, 2013:
Beautifully written, and a worthy message. I love the picture of the lion and lamb at the end, very appropriate.
Blessings to you.