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Seth?
Seth!
Seth!
SETH!!!
SETH!!!
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Seth was about one and a half years old or so, barely old enough to talk. He couldn't even speak complete sentences yet. I was pretty young too. Too young to be watching Seth all by myself. My mom was inside working on stuff while Seth and I were outside playing with the soccerball. Seth loved playing outside, and it was such a nice day out. I don't exactly remember what happened, but I turned around to get the soccerball. I turned back around and Seth was gone...my heart sunk. I thought maybe he was just trying to play hide and go seek so I looked over by the bushes, but he wasn't there. I knew he couldn't have gone far because it was only a matter of seconds. My brain started rushing with thoughts. All I could do was call out his name and hope that he would understand how urgent it was that he come out from where he was.
He wasn't answering...
I was crying so hard...tears streaming down my face...thinking the worst that someone might have taken him. Or what if he tries to cross the street and something bad happens to him? I looked around the corner still crying and calling out his name. I was yelling at the top of my lungs for him, not caring how foolish I might have sounded. I knew that I needed him to hear me and that I needed to find him. I ran inside to tell my mom, and she came outside, upset with me that I didn't watch him good enough. I felt so horrible. I could barely breathe. I felt like my heart was going to jump out of my throat as it was blocking my airway, making it difficult to yell out his name. We yelled for Seth a few more times, and it was like he appeared out of nowhere. I was so angry, yet so relieved. I ran to him and fell to my knees in front of him still crying. All I could do was hug him. I tried asking him where he went, but he was too young to be able to tell me. Seth didn't even know he was lost...to young to understand how much anguish I had endured.
It was at that moment of finding him that everything changed. I went from one extreme to the other. Seth was like God's lost sheep. God is calling for us. It is like the song lyrics "softly, gently Jesus is calling, calling for you and for me." But I can almost picture God our Father yelling for us to come back to Him with tears streaming down His face. I can see God our Father falling on His knees when we are found hugging us, so thankful that we returned to Him. It is like the father in the parable of the lost son. Luke 15:20 says, "'...But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.'" It is no wonder that heaven rejoices over every saved soul. I thank God that Seth was found that day. And I am so thankful that God found me.
Without God, I am nothing.
Seth!
Seth!
SETH!!!
SETH!!!
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Seth was about one and a half years old or so, barely old enough to talk. He couldn't even speak complete sentences yet. I was pretty young too. Too young to be watching Seth all by myself. My mom was inside working on stuff while Seth and I were outside playing with the soccerball. Seth loved playing outside, and it was such a nice day out. I don't exactly remember what happened, but I turned around to get the soccerball. I turned back around and Seth was gone...my heart sunk. I thought maybe he was just trying to play hide and go seek so I looked over by the bushes, but he wasn't there. I knew he couldn't have gone far because it was only a matter of seconds. My brain started rushing with thoughts. All I could do was call out his name and hope that he would understand how urgent it was that he come out from where he was.
He wasn't answering...
I was crying so hard...tears streaming down my face...thinking the worst that someone might have taken him. Or what if he tries to cross the street and something bad happens to him? I looked around the corner still crying and calling out his name. I was yelling at the top of my lungs for him, not caring how foolish I might have sounded. I knew that I needed him to hear me and that I needed to find him. I ran inside to tell my mom, and she came outside, upset with me that I didn't watch him good enough. I felt so horrible. I could barely breathe. I felt like my heart was going to jump out of my throat as it was blocking my airway, making it difficult to yell out his name. We yelled for Seth a few more times, and it was like he appeared out of nowhere. I was so angry, yet so relieved. I ran to him and fell to my knees in front of him still crying. All I could do was hug him. I tried asking him where he went, but he was too young to be able to tell me. Seth didn't even know he was lost...to young to understand how much anguish I had endured.
It was at that moment of finding him that everything changed. I went from one extreme to the other. Seth was like God's lost sheep. God is calling for us. It is like the song lyrics "softly, gently Jesus is calling, calling for you and for me." But I can almost picture God our Father yelling for us to come back to Him with tears streaming down His face. I can see God our Father falling on His knees when we are found hugging us, so thankful that we returned to Him. It is like the father in the parable of the lost son. Luke 15:20 says, "'...But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.'" It is no wonder that heaven rejoices over every saved soul. I thank God that Seth was found that day. And I am so thankful that God found me.
Without God, I am nothing.