I Can’t Find my Child
July 9, 2023
Many years ago, my husband and my two small children were at an event at the civic center called the home and patio show. It was a Friday night, and it was very crowded. We were with my brother and sister -in-law, who had 5 small children. At one particular part of the night, I had all 7 children, all under the age of ten. With this comes, the constant counting of heads. Down every isle, and around every corner, I made sure I had all seven children. Then the one turn, and I did my head count, I was short one child. It was my oldest son, Cody. I started looking quickly around me and did not see him. I looked up and saw a lady that was working the event. I looked at her and said, I can’t find my child! She looked at me and said, “I am not security”. To this day, I am not sure how I did not hit her, I did not care she was not security. I just needed help! But I guess I knew inside I still needed to find him. I backed tracked down another isle and there he was. Calm and cool, looking at some stuff. He did not even have time to realize he was missing. I teared up when I saw him! My youngest son, Chad, could not understand why I was crying. It felt like hours, but of course was only about 5 minutes. This huge crowd of people made it difficult for me to keep track of all seven children.
Good thing God does not have trouble keeping track of his children. Revelation 7:9 says” After this I (John) looked, and there was a vast multitude from every nation, tribe, people, and language, which no one could number, standing before the throne and before the Lamb. They were robed in white with palm branches in their hands.”
They were crying out in loud voice, Salvation belongs to our God, who is seated on the throne, and to the Lamb! It goes on to say He will guide them to springs of living waters and wipe away every tear. This is good news! Tears of sadness and happiness will be gone! The God who created us, knows us, loves us, and desires to have relationship with us, keeps track of us. Even to the number of hairs on our head. I may not be able to always monitor my children’s every move, but I am thankful of our God who can.
’67 / ’84 Jacksonville FL