A Perfect Savior.

I woke up this morning to a desperate three year-old.

My little brother came into my room saying, "Mommy?" Apparently my little brother was sitting on the couch, and my mom left the room. So he freaked out and ran upstairs to find her. After checking every room on the second floor and saying, "Mommy?!" several time very frantically, he ran back downstairs.

Curious, I stood at the top of the stairs and listened.

I heard a shout of excitement and a loud, "Mommy!!" My little brother had found my mom and was one hundred-percent okay again.

I was thinking about this while getting dressed. Of course I was thinking about it. If you've read this blog for very long, you probably wonder if I do anything else but think about odd things like this.

Jesus is a bit like my little brother. No, Jesus isn't a three year-old and he doesn't freak out like my brother. But the way my brother was desperate to find my mom reminded me a lot of how Jesus is desperate to 'find' us. The way my brother kept searching, is how Jesus searches for us and calls our name, not giving up, even when we reject him. And the way my brother was ecstatic over being re-united with my mom, is how Jesus rejoices when he finds us. He pulls us into his embrace and never lets go. He doesn't question about where we've been or why we left, he just wants to have us back.

He's my perfect Savior.