After forty years of searching, my husband’s biological sister found him.
Try to imagine this.
Let this sink in. Allow yourself to decipher the level of commitment and pure, selfless love here.
You’re just a little kid, but you can’t forget the last time you saw your baby brother.
He was three. You were five. You don’t completely understand why he’s going to live with another family. How could you? You’re a child. You can’t possibly know the ramifications of this moment. Yet, with the resiliency of a soldier, you make a decision:
You simply will not forget. As if it were up to you, anyway. You’re going to be on the lookout for him everywhere you go.
When you’re old enough you begin to look for clues of his whereabouts. You know his first and last name. You even know who his adoptive mother is. You go so far as to visit her workplace and speak with her, to no avail.
What you don’t know is that his middle name was changed, or where he lives. In any case your search is underway. Over the years before internet, you write countless letters to every single man in the state with the same name. You ask most anyone who will, to aid you in your search.
However, your efforts are thwarted for decades. He moves away, and is now completely out of your reach.
You cry. You scream out to God in Heaven. You want answers but none will come. You experience sleepless nights and the burden becomes so heavy you wonder how much longer you can carry it.
Until one sweet day, forty years after the very first whispered prayer to find him, you do.
You can hardly believe it! You must act quickly. You have this one chance, just a single hour or two in which to make the connection.
You Facetime one another.
He welcomes you in as his own sister. You both cry tears of relief and joy. The burden, the weight of the world, is finally lifted.
His vague memories tip toe back in. It’s a sweet dream, remembered from long ago.
You look alike. You talk alike. You are alike! You can’t help but feel as though you’ve known each other forever because you have the same blood running through your veins, and the same endearment beating in your hearts.
It’s nothing short of a miracle. It’s a story of pure, sibling love.
Maybe you know this love in the company of friends who’ve become your tribe. You know the loyalty I speak of. There are those who would take a bullet for you without flinching and you’d do the same for them. My husband was raised in a family with unconditional love, protection, and dedication. He grew up with such gratitude in his heart that it permeates everything he does. He loves his family, and the new family who have come into his world.
And yet, this kind of love is not worthy to be compared to the love with which God seeks after you.
When you’re away from God, He is not the One who has moved. He’s always been there, watching, waiting, and knowing exactly where you are.
We read in the book of Luke, chapter 15:
“Then Jesus told them this parable:
Suppose one of you has a hundred sheep and loses one of them. Does he not leave the ninety-nine in the open country and go after the lost sheep until he finds it? And when he finds it, he joyfully carries it on his shoulders and goes home. Then he calls his friends and neighbors together and says, “Rejoice with me; I have found my lost sheep!”
I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent.”
The day in which my husband and his sister were reunited, both of their social media pages blew UP! We all told everybody! Why? Because news this good is impossible not to share with the whole wide world!
Friend, that’s how God feels about you. If you’re away from Him, I promise you this:
He will NOT cease looking for you until He can bring you home to His faithful, loving arms. You are His child, His family member. His love for you is everlasting. There’s nothing you can do to make Him love you less or more. He is love, He thought it up, and He wants to lavish it upon you.
This parable displays a beautiful meaning of God seeking out the lost sinner and rejoicing when they are found. We serve a Good Shepherd whose heart is for us to be found, rescued, and renewed.
He’s waiting, patiently for you to open the door. He’s knocking, He’s on the lookout, and He’ll keep seeking you. He’ll do whatever it takes to find you.
You are so very, very wanted, accepted, and loved.