“You will feel confident because there’s hope,
and you will look around
and rest in safety.”
This morning I had a truly precious experience. God has been giving me glimpses of what it means to be one of His Own, using children and sheep as His primary “visual aids.”
I had made my daily morning trek out to the sheep pasture. In the past six months it’s become a very sweet venue for God to speak to my heart. Experiencing real sheep in a real pasture was never in my plan, but it was apparently in God’s Plan for this chapter of my life.
Maneuvering through the fence of the sheep’s field, I was greeted as usual by the two little orphaned and abandoned lambs for whom I’ve helped care since they were born. I headed to a rickety old wooden “spool” I use as a table, and set up my weathered old chair. Taking out my notepad and pen, I was interrupted by Easter and Autumn calling their “Maaaa’s” as they headed to my humble ‘writing table.’ One on each side of me, they nudged my legs, waiting for me to scratch their soft ears and wooly faces.
Trying to focus on thoughts toward my Good Shepherd, I was being interrupted by the insistent nudges of the two lambs on each side of me. Finally, I laid down my pen and just focused on scratching the two sweet faces resting their heads on my knees. As I rubbed their wooly faces, I surveyed the scene that surrounded me: large mama sheep munching grass, and then lying down in a tangled pile of old logs, ewes, branches and lambs. Birds, butterflies, and flowers
drew my attention as I rubbed the soft heads.
Then, I heard a new, quiet sound beside me. Easter had fallen asleep with her furry head resting on my knee as I scratched her nubby neck and head. Standing, she was leaning into me, her dark brown eyes closed. She was asleep.
That simple, touching moment caught my heart and I sensed a Whisper of my name from my Good Shepherd. He was near. He was with me. No words necessary. My soul could be at rest with that.