God is looking. He is listening. He waits for our whimper. He runs immediately when we do to retrieve us from the dangerous ledge. And He retrieves us. And it is sweet. And then He rests and waits for the next whimper.
Those of us He has retrieved are now Fishers of Men, listening for whimpers as we travel, looking for people who are out on the precipice just like we were once. We go two-by-two: me with my dog, you with yours, sometimes us together, looking for the lost, listening for the whimpers.
Some of the ones we find are simply asleep, or they truly cannot see, or they are trapped. Others have caught the scent – just not all of it. Others act very brave, even stoic, but inside they tremble; it’s just bravado.
Through us, God is looking. Through us, He listens, waiting for the whimpers. Through us, He is retrieving ones who are whimpering in danger and in fear. And we run to retrieve them, bringing hope and words of what Christ can do and has done.
And it is sweet. And then we rest. And wait for the next whimper.
..."I fled Him down the labyrinthine ways...."
ReplyDeleteThe Hound of Heaven and your blog speak to my gratitude that God never gives up on us, no matter how we zig and zag. Then He empowers us to search for others who need retrieving. Thanks for having an ear for my whimper.
PS....A-dorable pic!
Claude, your comment echoes my experience -- that God Himself was nipping at my heels as I ran away from HIm as fast as I could, calling out, "I'll do it my way" to the tune of the Frank SInatra song. I just received a note from an old chum who read parts of "Whit's End" on line and was thrilled that Christ finally caught me. I am sending her a note this afternoon recalling that she was one who was pointing to Him, even as I ran barreling past. You're right -- He never gives up. and He's faster than a speeding bullet!
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