When You Feel Lost In The Crowd…

This post is written to link with Five Minute Friday: write for five minutes on a one-word prompt.  The prompt today is “where.”


Have you ever seen the set of books called “Where’s Wally?” or “Where’s Waldo?”

(Fun fact: it’s “Where’s Wally” in the UK and “Where’s Waldo?” in the US.  I’m not sure why, or what they’re called elsewhere.)

The idea is that you have to try to find the title character in the midst of a crowded scene.  There are often hundreds of little figures on the page as well as lots of other distracting details.  Sometimes some of the figures look very similar to Wally/ Waldo but when you look closely you realise they are not exactly the same.  It often takes a lot of time and attention to find the one you’re looking for.

It makes me think of God’s perspective, and it blows my mind that in a world full of billions of people, God sees each individual, and cares about them.  Like the shepherd searching for the lost sheep, he cares about where we are and he will go to great lengths to pursue us and bring us back.

It’s reassures me that God never looks at the world and thinks, “Where’s Lesley?” or “Where’s Anna?” or “Where’s David?” because he knows.

There is nowhere we can go where he can’t find us, and nothing he won’t do to bring us back.

“Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.”  (Psalm 139:7-10 NIV)

No matter how much you may feel like you’re lost in the crowd at times, you are seen and you are known, and you are loved by him.

FMF friends, I may not have time to visit many of your posts until Sunday, but if I don’t get to you before then I look forward to catching up then!


11 thoughts on “When You Feel Lost In The Crowd…

  1. This kind of hit home for me.

    I once nearly had a child,
    but his mother, she was killed
    in front of me, and my blood ran wild
    till by reprisal it was stilled.
    All the years, and all the miles
    I lived from that fell day
    I looked in vain for those lost smiles,
    and all the days were gray.
    But I have bright firm hope
    of seeing them again
    and in God’s mercy-scope
    we can once more begin.
    Nothing loved is ever lost,
    but I’m glad the killers paid the cost.


    1. I’m so sorry, Andrew. That is such a tragedy. It is reassuring that we have hope in God of both justice and mercy, and of seeing those we have lost again. Praying for you.


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