"Rejoice with me, I have found my lost sheep!"
So yesterday, I lost a child, a 2 year old child. Something is just not right about that, but it happened. Quick to lose, what seemed like forever to find. 20 minutes is forever in a mother's heart. Vincent is a wanderer, he had no intention of being lost. In his mind he was not lost. It was no big deal to him. He was on his own, and perfectly fine with that. His mother however was not.
And that is life. How often do we go off exploring on our own, separated from our Father. And to us, it's no big deal. We think we are fine. We don't see the danger with our independence. But He still gives us boundaries to keep us safe and hunts for us until we are found and back home again.
'Father, forgive us, for we know not what we do.'
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 puts 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."