A few days ago, a friend and I joined a group of others in searching for a missing person in our community.
Our job was to check the unseen areas. The areas of overgrown bushes, and dense brush, and towering trees and creekside gullies. We went deep into places not normally trekked, using sticks and poles to prod debris, and we climbed to higher ground for better views of the spots below. We walked and looked for hours. Unfortunately, the search was unsuccessful.
I’m beyond saddened by the circumstances that brought us there. To know someone is lost, is heartbreaking.
And as I searched…I had a recurring thought in my heart. Jesus.
But not in the sense you may think. Not in the sense of praying, which we did of course, but in the thoughts of a Savior who will go to even greater lengths to look for YOU and I, as we did that day for a stranger!
I’m telling you, this overwhelming thought kept steady in my head…there is no mountain He won’t climb, no valley He won’t cross, no bushes He won’t prod, no debris He won’t turn over—all to find, us! All to rescue, US!
My heart swells with emotion as I think of a God who goes to every length to ensure that His children are safely back with Him; no matter the distance, no matter the cause, no matter the circumstances. If we are far from Him, He searches endlessly until we are close to Him.
“Suppose one of you has a hundred sheep and loses one of them. Does he not leave the ninety-nine in the open country and go after the lost sheep until he finds it?” Luke 15:4
“Or suppose a woman has ten silver coins and loses one. Does she not light a lamp, sweep the house and search carefully until she finds it?” Luke 15:8
Those aren’t man’s words; those are Jesus’ words. Red letters! Bankable utterances. Truth.
Friends, there was such a time in my life where I was a hot mess. I did everything I could to hide in any faraway place from Jesus. I didn’t want Him, I didn’t need Him, I didn’t care for Him. I did my utmost best to stay away as much as I could. He was just fine without me, thank you. It was a mutual understanding. Or so I thought…
The day that Jesus grabbed me out of the debris, I saw for myself a Father that would do anything for His child. I saw for myself, that as much as I kept the distance, He kept up the fight. He knew I had to see it for myself to understand. I finally had a father that looked away from what I did and looked towards who I was.
My sweet dears, no matter what you’ve done, no matter your hot mess, no matter how long you’ve been away, no matter what sidetrack you’ve been on, there is a God who has not stopped pursuing you. Not once. Not ever.
"And when he finds it, he joyfully puts it on his shoulders and goes home. He calls his friends and says, ‘Rejoice with me; I have found my lost sheep!’ I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over the ninety-nine who do not need to repent.” Luke 15:6-7
Do you hear it? Can you hear it? It’s the rejoicing over, YOU…“Look! Look! This is my girl! Right here, right here—this is MY girl! My baby girl is home!”
You are worth the pursuit by God. Don’t let any other thing tell you differently. His pursuit, His searching will never end. Are you ready to be found?
Lord Jesus, thank you for pursuing me. Thank you for endlessly running after me and creating in me a heart, that on a day like today, is ready for you. I want to be home, Lord. I want to be in your caring protection.