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Driving slowly was something we always did, because our neighborhood was full of children playing and this was a day with surprises.
What was that up ahead??
Bare footed, and clothed only
with a diaper, a young toddler was escaping down the hot sidewalk.
The babe was running very
fast and apparently had "Get away flight," on his little mind.
Or perhaps the pavement was burning his tiny bare feet !!
Or perhaps the pavement was burning his tiny bare feet !!
I told my husband to pull
over and see if we could find where this little one belonged.
Catching up with him, I spoke
softly and said, “Where is your mommy?
Here take my hand and let's see if we can find her.”
Willingly he took my extended
hand, and we turned around and retraced his steps.
I was looking for a house with a door that might still be opened.
Yes, there it was, and soon there
appeared a frantic young mother who had finally noticed her baby was gone.
I was reminded of the Good
Shepherd who searched until he found his lost sheep.
Perhaps the lamb was enjoying
his time of escape, until he fell upon hard times and was caught in the tangled
bushes.
If we have strayed off the
path, may we quickly allow the Shepherd to find us, and clothe our naked body
with his robe and apply his ointment on our bruised and swollen feet.
John 10:11 I am the good shepherd: the good shepherd gives his life for the sheep.
Psalms 51:7 Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean:
wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
This post is Shared at: Week End Brew with Barbie
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7 comments:
Hello! I'm visiting from the Weekend Brew. Praise GOD you were there to rescue that baby! I just cannot fathom the outcome if that baby encountered a person with poor intentions.
I love your connection with Father and how He is searching for the lost.
Blessings,
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Frightening to think of what could have happened to the baby. Reading this made me rejoice that our Good Shepherd found me and brought me to the safety of the fold.
Your story is beautiful. It was a blessing from God that you were there just at the right moment. The hand of God is everywhere.
Beautiful reminder, thank you. Visiting from The Weekend Brew. Blessings to you :)
How I appreciate your wisdom and stories, Hazel. The analogy is fitting and true. I also appreciate that you and Robert are always seeking and looking for a place to help. A wonderful gift. God bless you, sister.
This reminds me of the day my then 2-year old daughter opened the door to our house looking for me. I was not home. It was night time. Thankfully, two ladies who were out walking found her about a block from the house and returned or to my husband, who was frantically running the neighborhood calling her name. So thankful for the Good Shepherd who watches over and protects us.
Such a sweet, tender story. A good reminder for all of us.
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