BRIGHT RED PLAID

BRIGHT RED PLAID
By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

I'm working to locate a young gal who is temporarily lost to me.
Our one exchange happened quickly but notably; a "God-appointment" at the intersection of "Lost and Lonely" Street.
I could feel something of "her" beating inside of me upon our quick intersection, and felt compassion for her instantly.
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"Cally" conveyed a guarded vulnerability beneath her rough facade;
she wore a leather jacket and tried to pass off masculinity in a very awkward sort of way.
We both knew without saying so ... it was just a front.
 Cally, really, was a broken individual looking for love, hope, and acceptance.
Her route had taken her to a lot of dark places,
and she had met up with a host of haunted and seedy faces.
Deep pain was hers.
I know her kind.
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I happened to be wearing a beautiful, bright red plaid scarf.
One of my favorites.
I slipped it off, placed it around her neck, and embraced her.
Then I prayed with her.
I saw her smell the scarf,
 nuzzle her cheek against it,
and I knew she liked it.
It looked good on her.
The gift was impulsive and personal;
just like her fleeting presence in my life.
But for a moment ...
my lost friend felt loved, valued, and beautiful.
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It's very gratifying to know that one small act can change a life.
It's very satisfying to know that an act of mercy has more power than an act of judgment.
It's very beautiful to love the broken.
I'm looking for more scarves and more lonely people.
I have something to give because of what Christ has given me;
I have nothing to lose because Christ has given His "all" for me.
My life is His,
I belong to Him,
and I long to wear His "colors" well.
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The Lord hath appeared of old unto me, saying, "Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love; therefore with lovingkindness have I drawn thee."
Jeremiah 31:3