Our son has a pet.
I realize that this may be a stretch for some, but we love this creature.
He is a crested ghecko.
He lives in a glass tank with a screened top in our son’s bedroom.
Just in case you were wondering how "love" could be applied to a lizard, here are some facts to consider:
His skin is soft like a puppy’s ear.
He has little toes with special grips on them so he can hang on tightly to you as he walks up your arm and sits on your shoulder.
He has a cute little tongue that laps up water from his pool just like a dog.
He will lick food from your finger.
He allows us to stroke his back and pet him.
Now that you understand a little better how we could develop this family bond with our ghecko friend, let me tell you what happened to cause us sorrow.
Eleven days ago, our son called for help from his room.
He had left to go visit a friend right after removing the screen and feeding his pet.
He had forgotten to place the screen back onto the tank, leaving it open.
Let’s just say that our beloved pet seized the opportunity to explore the great and vast unknown beyond the confines of the tank.
We had no idea where he was.
Even worse, we wondered if our cat or dog had eaten him.
We were crushed.
We looked all in the room.
In the closet.
Under the bed.
In the trash can.
Where, oh, where could he have gone?
God knew where he was and if he was still alive.
Visions of our sweet little pet, dried up in a corner somewhere because of not having any water were painful to think of.
More days passed.
We were sad.
This morning, before I was up and out of bed, our son came to my room and said that he just turned and looked at his night table (which is where the tank is located) and saw his ghecko just sitting there!
When he told me he was alive, I jumped out of bed with a resounding, "Praise God!" as I hurried to the room.
Our precious little guy was drinking water constantly.
Sitting at his drinking pool, his tongue was lapping up the water with a steady rhythm.
Eleven days without food and water.
He had left the safety of his tank in search of adventure, I suppose.
We wanted him back, but we didn’t know where to look.
He had to come back himself so we would see him and welcome him home.
No other place in the house was really what he needed.
His water, food and greenery could only be found in the tank.
It all reminded me of the prodigal son.
He had what he needed at home.
He decided to leave and check out the great unknown.
He quickly found himself hungry and destitute.
Realizing his mistake, he came home, hoping to be accepted, not as a son, but this time, as a mere servant.
His father had been waiting for him, not knowing if he was alive or dead.
When he saw his son coming, he began to rejoice!
Speaking to another son who had never left home, we see the father’s heart in the matter: "My son,’ the father said, ‘you are always with me, and everything I have is yours. But we had to celebrate and be glad, because this brother of yours was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’”
Does this desribe you? Have you run away from what you truly needed?
Are you lost, desperately wanting to go back home?
God loves you.
He is waiting for you.
He is all you need.
It doesn’t matter.
It’s time to go back home—