Yesterday while shopping at “Mom’s Organic Market” Aspen wanted to use the bathroom.  I took Aspen and left Brett in the refrigerated section of the store.  On the way back to Brett I stopped to look over some locally produced mozzarella cheese.  In the meantime Aspen didn’t want to wait so she raced ahead, much easier to do with her small child-sized cart thru the narrow aisles than with my full-size cart.  I chased after her as quickly as possible thinking all was well because the store was small and she would find Brett where we left him.  I arrived where I had left Brett and didn’t find either Brett or Aspen!  I tried calling Brett who didn’t answer his phone and headed back the direction I had come from calling for Aspen.  I was worried, after all she is only five.  Half-way down the aisle I saw her wildly race around the corner pushing her cart.  Obviously she was not with Brett.  I called to her and she turned around and came back, incredibly relieved to be back in the presence of her mommy.  Later when I related the story to Brett he turned and asked Aspen if she was glad she had found mommy.  Aspen replied, “I didn’t find Mommy…… Mommy found me!”

When we are the “lost sheep”  we don’t find God…..He finds us!

“What man of you, having an hundred sheep, if he lose one of them, doth not leave the ninety and nine in the wilderness, and go after that which is lost, until he find it? And when he hath found it, he layeth it on his shoulders, rejoicing. And when he cometh home, he calleth together his friends and neighbours, saying unto them, Rejoice with me; for I have found my sheep which was lost. I say unto you, that likewise joy shall be in heaven over one sinner that repenteth, more than over ninety and nine just persons, which need no repentance”—Luke 15:4-7.

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