Overheard...

I was at the grocery store today, without the Bug Hunter (who had gone home from church with his friend --thank you, friend!). A child had apparently gotten separated from her mother and was crying and very upset. One of the store personnel had located mom and gotten the two reunited, and as she walked away from the sobbing little girl in her mother's arms, the employee looked at me with a baffled expression on her face. "What did that child think?" she said, "that her mother would actually leave the store without her? How could she not know that her mom would look for her?" I nodded in agreement and went on my way, earnestly in search of those perfectly ripe strawberries promised in the store's radio ads. But then, I began to think (always a dangerous thing). What about me? When I wander away from MY Father, enticed by a candy aisle of worldly things, what do I do when I realize that I've gotten too far away to really see Him? Am I confident that He will always come looking for me? Do I KNOW in my heart that HE.. will NEVER... EVER.. leave me? Or do I panic? As a child of God, how well do I know the drill if I lose my way? Do I know my address... can I spot a "safe" person to whom I can go? Or might I run to the first person who comes by and possibly end up begging for help from someone who has no desire to lead me back to where I belong? Really, what DO I think? That God would actually leave me? Perhaps I need to brush up on my "plan"; or better yet, perhaps I'd best make sure that I always keep my eyes on Him.