Lost Sheep

"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." Matthew 18: 12 - 15

I feel like that lost little sheep. Except, I didn't innocently wander away and get lost. No, I knew where I was going, where it would lead, but I went anyway. I am such a stubborn little child. I don't listen, I don't take advice, I am selfish.

I look at the narrow path and grumble, it's too hard. I'll just take the 'easier' route.

I am full of wants, wants, wants.. forget the needs. I care about me, myself and I before anyone else. I desire instant gratification... I'd rather save face today, then be rewarded for my faithfulness in Heaven.

And yet, when I finally come to my senses and decide to return home - broken and sad... He is there. He doesn't stand there with a contemptuous glare on His face. He isn't getting ready to say... "I told you so".

He's standing there, with arms wide open. He says, even though you couldn't see me, I was always there with you. He is happy for my return.

I don't deserve His love, I am not worthy of His grace. And yet, He gives it freely. And I am so thankful.

I am so thankful that He is not like me.