The Lost Are Found

Legoland Hideaways

The family’s recent vacation was spent at Legoland. At the end of the day we went to a play center which is like a McDonald’s play yard on steroids. After a trip to the bathroom I asked my husband where the two year old was. He shrugged it off with a casual, “I donno. He’s in there somewhere.”

An answer like that doesn’t usually concern me as Simon can certainly hold his own. I mean, he could climb before he could walk. He is confident exploring.

But here, it would certainly have been nice to know where the little guy was. I strolled the perimeter of the three level structure, my eyes scanning for his location, and that’s when I heard a distant cry that sounded a lot like Simon’s. Somewhat surprised that he was indeed in need of assistance I began fervently looking all over for a shortie dressed in red. After a few moments of me jogging around the structure (which suddenly seemed like acres) I found him.

He was stuck in a vertical obstacle in which you lift yourself up through a hole in the roof, crawl along that new platform for a couple of feet, climb up through the next hole, and so on until you’re at the top. Too bad for us he was stuck smack in the middle. I don’t know why he started crying, but no matter the reason the Mommy Bear within bristled!

I was on ground level and far enough away that I had to scream his name several times before he heard me. When his little wet eyes were locked on me I screamed that I was on my way. And into the jungle I ran.

This bony-kneed thirty-two year old, who did not see the stair option in the distance, climbed up the rope ladder. I made a note to myself to wear tennis shoes next time as flip flops in rope ladders just don’t work. Now where do I go to get closer to my son? In that nanosecond as I scanned my options, I thought of our Father God. We are the lost sheep. How good it is to know that when we open our eyes to our condition God is right by our side just waiting to rescue us. There is no panic from God. He know where we are.

Ah ha! I had to run down this walkway, over a bridge obstructed with dangling punching bags, dodge oblivious children, and re-asses the situation. I was so glad that God that when I am sitting in an obstacle of mess made only by my choices God is already there to save.

Yes. I was closer to Simon, but now what? Before me lay the dreaded plastic tunnels. I felt a little silly as I dived in the dark tunnel and clambered my way through. Oh my goodness, those hurts my knees! I got through two of those adult-torture devises before I was able to stand up and saw Simon still crying in the structure right before me. Wouldn’t you know I had to go up one more level and still run around a bit before I could finally get into the structure myself.

I yelled to Simon again that I was on my way and I began running over more rope bridges, dodging more children, and finally found the little hole in which I had to lower myself to get closer.

It felt so good to finally be at Simon’s side at last. I scooped him into my arms and his crying stopped immediately. Actually, as soon as I had carried him out of his prison he looked around with a sigh of relief, and pointed to where he wanted to play next… but this time he wanted Mommy to come with him. Yes, Simon. Let’s keep it that way, shall we?

What man of you, having a hundred sheep, if he has lost one of them, does not leave the ninety-nine in the open country, and go after the one that is lost, until he finds it? Luke 15:4

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