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Well, you might as well know. I mean, if you’re going to read my blog, you should know the truth about me, right?
I confess: I’m a self-righteous sheep.
Yep, you heard me.
I sit there in my pasture and look around at all the other sheep around me. I see one going this direction, one going that direction, wandering off the path, and I think, “What idiots. They really should know better.”
Well, maybe I’m not as harsh as all that.
But I sometimes think, “Our poor shepherd. He’s got so much work with all these stupid sheep wandering off.”
That’s when I realize it.
I look around, and no longer do I see any other sheep. I’m alone, in a different pasture.
I’m lost. How did I get here?
I start to quiver. My wool stands on end. There, out of the corner of my eye, it lurks.
A wolf.
I have to get out of here. But how? Which way to turn? I don’t know left from right.
I’m going to die. Right here.
And I thought they were stupid.
The wolf charges. I bleat. I run. I’m no match for him. He’s got me by the throat and there’s not a thing I can do on my own to stop him.
And then, He comes.
My Shepherd.
He charges the wolf, unafraid. He uses His staff to throw the wolf from me as if he weighs nothing. The wolf’s teeth do not alarm my Shepherd. My hero.
The wolf retreats, tail between his legs.
I want to run to my Shepherd, but I’m embarrassed. Why did he come for me? Why did he leave the others behind? Just for me?
It makes no sense.
None.
And yet it’s true.
Yahweh Roi has come to rescue me.
“The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want…” (Psalm 23:1)
Your Turn: How has God been the Good Shepherd in your life?
*Today I’m hanging out over at Jill Kemerer’s blog, where I’m answering Five Easy Questions. I’d love for you to stop by and say hi!
**Photo by Simon Howden