There I was on a hot Friday the 13th afternoon in October—
did I mention it was hot?
Mid October and there has yet to be any near sighting of the
long awaited and highly anticipated Fall…
Anywhooo back to our tale….
There I was just coming out of Lowes, one of our big home improvement centers, headed for my car when I first heard it…
Was that a sheep?????
“Must be the heat” I mused as I continued on my journey to my car,
with air filters in tow….
I stopped dead in my tracks in the middle of the parking lot…listening.
Without skipping a beat, the baying sound filled the entire parking lot.
A woman just getting out of her car stops dead in her own tracks right by me…
“What is that crying? she asks confused.
We both are standing still as statues, listening….
“I think it’s coming from over there” as I point toward a yellow pickup truck
several lanes over.
More people stop…mostly women.
The same question…”what is that crying?”
Finally I discern that indeed it is the yellow pickup truck that happens to have
a large animal carrier in the back of the truck bed.
The truck is one of those that has a full back cover for the bed,
of which was propped up as the animal carrier was wedged between bed and
cover. I could make out something white moving a bit side to side in the carrier.
“Is that a sheep?” another woman walking passed asks bewildered.
“That or a goat” I respond as we all now stare in the direction of the truck.
By now I’m feeling a strong urge to follow the cry, but reason tells me
“take the air filters to the car and drive on home…”…
or maybe that was actually my husband’s admonishement from afar
telling me “do not stop, we do not need nor want a baby lamb or goat…GO HOME!!!”
Inside my car I can still hear the cries….
I roll down my window as I begin to pull out of the parking spot still feeling
a strong urge to go to this crying “baby.”
I notice several other shoppers, all women, making a bee line for the truck.
but this draw was something much more than mere curiosity.
This poor baby goat or lamb was in dire straights as it was wailing for “mother”
Finally pulling far enough away I no longer could hear the cries…
yet in my rear view mirror I could still see various women making their way over
to the truck…
Pondering as I drove….
was it the cries of a child, albeit animal, crying out in desperation that sent
out some sort of distress signal to the maternal instincts in the female
The draw was strong to go attend to this crying baby…
I know because it was all I could do not to walk over to the truck myself.
And then the thought occurs to me—what of our own cries?…
those cries we utter and offer up to our unseen God and Father…Abba?
Those cries of anguish, despair, pain, desperation, sorrow…
Cries offered, or perhaps actually hurled outward and upward,
most often in distress or resignation…
cries of need and want…
And what of the One who hears those cries…is He not then drawn, even more powerfully
to our cries then we are to the cries of our own crying children….
So much so that He immediately runs to the sound each and every time!
As we rest assured, He runs…
(little lamb found on the web)
In my distress I called to the Lord;
I cried to my God for help.
From his temple he heard my voice;
my cry came before him, into his ears.