I was dropping my Charlie off at his doggie daycare this morning – of course my dog goes to daycare. Doesn’t yours? I passed by a car dealership with balloons tied to the cars. I guess it’s supposed to make me want to buy a car? Kinda makes me want to go to a birthday party and eat cake. Anyway, I noticed one floating across the sky. It was being tossed in the wind across the road. Nothing too crazy. But my focus immediately stayed with that balloon.
I think Jesus would have noticed it too. Jesus was pretty keen on seeking out the one that had become separated from its home. He told the Pharisees the story of the lost sheep. He explains that if you had one hundred sheep and one went missing, you would leave the other ninety-nine to search and search for that one, and once you found it, you’d celebrate. He says all that to allude to finding you and me. Before I came to know my Jesus, He was actively searching for me. His desire was for me to know Him and build His kingdom. Thank God He loved me, the wandering balloon, rescued me and changed me. The cool thing is, since He found me, He hasn’t stopped showing me how precious I am to Him. His pursuit is continuous and His care is infinite. No matter how lost or gone anyone thinks they are. His desire is for you to come home. I’m so thankful for that! Happy Friday friends!