karin madden

  • Home
  • Sunrise With A Six Pack (Blog)
  • Meet Karin
    • Truth In The Details {4×4 of 4 things about me}
    • Hear My Story
    • Food Allergies
      • Recipes for the picky ones
  • 31 Days Series
    • 31 Days of God’s Promises
    • 31 Days of Good Deeds
    • 31 Days Of Walking The Path
  • Essential Oils
    • What’s The Deal With Essential Oils?
  • DIY
    • DIY Deodorant
    • DIY {easy} Facial Toner
    • DIY Liquid Laundry Detergent
  • Contact
  • Subscribe and Free e-book

March 17, 2014 by Karin 8 Comments

When A Lost Sheep Finds You

The wind was wild that day.

I scrambled and swerved trying to get the cart to the truck without losing the little ones in tow.  Only two today – piece of cake.  Two or six, it takes a squadron commander’s bellowing tone to force those littles into buckled seats.  I was too busy trying to grab the flying plastic bags to notice him as he got closer.

Excuse me, ma’am.

I startled as I turned my head to see him standing fifteen feet away.  His stance was awkward.  Unsure.  His eyes.  Pleading.  For a moment I’m sure I saw a glimpse of shame.

He held his hand up, palm facing me. This symbol of reassurance; he had no intention of coming closer,

I see you have kids there.

My eyes scanned the area.  People coming and going.  Just a middle-of-the-day parking lot.

I answered with words like a warning shot,

I have kids here.

He nodded and held his position,

I just wonder… I just need a couple of dollars.  I… we… need something to eat.  I don’t want to bother you.  It’ll take me all day to get enough together.

My mind retrieved the faces burned to memory.  The lady that one day.  And James.  And Jim.  The faces of desperate need etched in my mind.

I smiled at him,

I have something for you.

I reached into my wallet and pulled a bill large enough to feed him lunch for a week.  The “we” he was referring to?  I knew there was no “we.”  Just him.

Why do we do that?  Why do we think we are not enough?

Why do we think we aren’t valuable enough – just on our own?

His only hope for help was through someone, anyone, he could call “we.”  As if the only worthy souls were the ones in his imagination.  As if he needed to prove his desperation, need, and worth to this mom in a parking lot.

Lost Sheep

I walked toward him,

I have this for you.  You won’t have to do this all day.

His eyes widened,

Oh… wow.  Are you sure?

Yea, that whole thing about giving being better than receiving?  It’s true.  Every word.  It is better to give. 

His sheep are everywhere.  We live with them and pass them by day-in and day-out.  Sometimes we move on with laser focus and miss them as they stand back in distant fields.  We turn our eyes and our hearts the other way.  We build our fences and our walls, and wonder when someone will finally go out there and feed them.  All the while we have the food right in our hands…

Wild Donkeys

Wild Donkeys Together

I grinned and shook his hand,

Of course I’m sure.  God bless you.  What’s your name?

A smile lit his haggard face and showed the only two teeth he had left.  The shame vanished from his eyes as his posture relaxed,

I’m Ryan.  I just got out of prison.

The truth.  Funny how a step forward and a helping hand can chisel away at the facade.  The truth.  He told me his truth with a relieved sigh.

Need A Friend

I nodded and replied,

Our church has a great community re-entry program for people who just got out of prison.

His eyes lit with familiarity.  Head nodding vehemently, he went on,

What church do you go to?  Do you have a card for your church?  There were some guys… when I was in… they came to talk about God.  I lost the guy’s card.

Now that’s a thought.  I had never considered carrying church cards with me.

I gave him the address and the only names I could come up with,

I expect to see you there on Sunday, Ryan.

He grinned,

Yes.  Yes.  I want to thank you.  I know where it is.  I just want to thank you.

I closed the truck and continued to shoo kids into seats as he walked away.  This desperate soul who wanders parking lots looking for any sign of life.  This soul who thinks he isn’t enough to warrant a hand, or a heart.  This hungry soul searching to fill the empty places.

Little Sheep

He walked away, and as I watched the back of his casino jacket disappear into the sea of cars…

he looked an awful lot like a lost sheep.

 

Luke 15:4-7

“Suppose one of you has a hundred sheep and loses one of them. Doesn’t he 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.

Karin Madden

Filed Under: A Day in the Life, Compassion, Faith, Good Deeds, Mercy Tagged With: lost sheep, mercy for the broken, the value of one

October 29, 2012 by Karin Leave a Comment

Missed Mercy (#29)

PROMISE #29 ~ MERCY

I just rocked my sleepy, sniffly baby back to sleep.

Her blue eyes glistened, peering into mama’s face… and then closed to sweet slumber.

A memory.  Recent.

Blue eyes.  A pair of blue eyes, only briefly noticed…

The photographer’s shutter furiously snapping.  I stood in contorted positions in the attempt to appear… natural.  Feeling awkward on the city street, a glance tossed over my shoulder.

A man.  Gruff, appearing older than his unrecognizable years… under the gray, worn stubble, weathered skin.

He stumbled in our direction… blue eyes.  The blue glazed by years, pain, alcohol, homelessness.

what’s that do?

His gruff, garbled voice questioned, pointing to the white circular disk above my head.

It makes light.

The photographer answered uneasily.

But, it’s a cloudy day.

He murmured, intrigued by the scene before him.

That’s why we need the light.

He gazed for a moment, gathered his tattered clothes closely to him, and slid away.

Camera calmed its clicking.  I collected my bag and returned to my busy day.

He left my mind for a while… then, the blue eyes.  They pierced my thoughts.

I did nothing.  

All this talk of love, and hope, and grace, and hands, and feet… and mercy…

And I did.  Nothing.

I remembered the money in my pocket.

Why didn’t I give him the money?

Would it have made a difference?

Would he have spent it on food?  More alcohol? 

Does it matter?  

All the thoughts of showing love to this body of Christ… and nothing… when a broken body part slips quietly away.

He had wanted to know what we were doing.  Making light.  Reflecting light.  Being light.

My light had dimmed… for a moment.  The moment a soul needed light on his cloudiest day.

His eyes, just as blue a baby-eye to his mama, many years ago.

What happens when the eyes fade, the body breaks, the soul dims… searching for light?

A confession to God, to me, to you.  I hid His light.  Cloaked mercy behind my own discomfort, uncertainty, fear.

What good is it to shine spotlights across oceans, to distant lands so desperately in need of light…

when we dim the light on our own streets?

This light… made to be far-reaching… and near.  At the same time.

My remorse of my inaction, an offering, a prayer that I would shine His light brighter the next time.

A prayer for the man with the faded blue in his eyes. That God would show mercy to the grown baby of another mother…

even when I didn’t.

 

PROMISE #29 ~ God is merciful.

 

Titus 3:4-6

But when the kindness and love of God our Savior appeared, he saved us, not because of righteous things we had done, but because of his mercy.  He saved us through the washing of rebirth and renewal by the Holy Spirit, whom he poured out on us generously through Jesus Christ our Savior,

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...

Filed Under: Community, Compassion, Faith, God's Promises, Mercy Tagged With: compassion, faith, God's promises, mercy for the broken

Meet Karin

Hi! My name is Karin Madden. Writer. Warrior wife. Mom of six pack. Homeschooler. German-blooded southerner. Welcome to the place where I explore what it means to grow stronger - spirit, soul, and body. I write to inspire and encourage - to remind you we are not alone. By being bold with grace and speaking truth in love, we can become who we are meant to be. I'm glad you are here.

Connect With Me

  • Facebook
  • Instagram
  • Pinterest
  • RSS
  • Twitter

Search the Sunrise

What I Write

Sunrise Archives

Pinning at Sunrise

Visit Karin's profile on Pinterest.

Recent Sunrise Posts

  • When You Have A Promise To Keep November 9, 2016
  • When You Are In The Secret Place April 21, 2016
  • When You Need To Hear – Do Not Be Afraid April 6, 2016
  • The One List We Need To Write January 1, 2016
  • The Dance May 29, 2015

Sunrise on Facebook

Sunrise on Facebook

Copyright © 2025 · Executive Pro Theme on Genesis Framework · WordPress · Log in