We have moved from the mountains to the plains. Not always a happy change especially when the temperatures soar to the high 90’s, with 100% humidity. Wow this is a huge change. Along with this move we have a neighbor that raises sheep.
We have watched lambs being born, a first for me. It is so much fun to see them frolicking next door. They don’t seem to have a care in the world.However, the other day one of the rams, in his endeavor to eat that tempting grass just outside the fence, got his leg badly caught. No one seemed to notice what had happened until my granddaughter came running into the house to alert all of us to the plight of the ram.
Our son-in-law went to check the situation out. He reported that the sheep was in great pain and if it were his he would put it down.
They went and got the owner, the shepherd, and told him the situation. They all went out and freed the ram from his plight.
The shepherd, however, did not see it as our son-in-law. He said he would watch the sheep and have the vet look at it and that perhaps he could be saved.
It has been almost a week and the ram in question is still in the field. His “buddies” stay close to his side but he is standing and eating and it looks as if the “shepherd” was right.
Got me to thinking about our “Good Shepherd” and the way others tell us we really don’t have much of a purpose here. (too old, to broken, too much baggage, not pretty enough, not rich enough, etc.)
But that is not what God says about us.
He tells us, we are chosen, a royal priesthood, his child, his beloved. We are not beyond his grasp. He is closer than a whisper. Just like the shepherd that knew better than someone that was not a shepherd, God knows better than all the lies we are told.
Let’s start listening to the Good Shepherd, and follow what he tells us!