Have you ever been lost? It is not a great feeling. Once you’re found, it feels like pure joy. It was a beautiful day for a bike ride. With my husband’s recent purchase of a bike, we could go as an entire family. My husband found a park with paved trails for us to ride. We loaded up the bikes, we were off on our adventure.

We started down the trail. It wound around and went under a road. We hadn’t gone very far when we came up to a road. The trail seemed to end. After looking around, it appeared that we were to go along the road. There was the word bike and an arrow in the shoulder part of the road. We were on an adventure, so we followed it. The trail took turns and went through neighborhoods we had never been through. It kept going and going. Miles later we began to wonder where we were going. When would we get back. I had a meeting to call into for work and began to worry about making it back on time.

We stopped and pulled out Siri. We were lost. We didn’t know where the trail was going to end but knew we needed to change our course. After review the map, we continued on our adventure. Another mile down the road, something didn’t feel right. It didn’t seem like we were getting closer to our destination. We pulled out Siri again, and we were a mile further away from the truck. Yep, we had gone the wrong way. At this point, my youngest was exhausted. Being on a smaller bike, he was pedaling twice as much as the rest of us. Now we were going straight into the 30 mile an hour wind.

I was starting to feel like Moses in the desert. I was going, going, and going but getting nowhere. There have been many times in my life when I have felt like I was just going through the motions day-to-day heading somewhere, but really nowhere. I know we were only lost for a short time, but it makes me wonder about the amount of time we spend being lost in our life.

“Suppose one of you had a hundred sheep and lost one. Wouldn’t you leave the ninety-nine in the wilderness and go after the lost one until you found it? When found, you can be sure you would put it across your shoulders, rejoicing, and when you got home call in your friends and neighbors, saying, ‘Celebrate with me! I’ve found my lost sheep!’ Count on it—there’s more joy in heaven over one sinner’s rescued life than over ninety-nine good people in no need of rescue. Luke 15:4-7.

There have been many times in my life when I have wandered aimlessly. When I was lost, I wasn’t thinking about God. I wasn’t thinking about what He wants for my life. I was the lost sheep. Thankfully, God always comes to guide me back to Him. His guidance comes in many forms. No matter what we are facing, no matter how far we wander away He is right there ready to show us the way. In this case, the way home came in the form of my hubby and the truck. He and my oldest biked as quickly as they could to get to the truck. They came back and picked up my other son and I. We were slowly trying to get back. We couldn’t do it on our own.

How long have you been lost or wandering? What do you need to do to get back on track? Do you hear Him calling your name? He is.

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