All the other sheep had headed into the barn for the night except Digory, who sat off by himself.
I walked over and sat next to him.
I was reminded that it has just been a year since he came to the farm as a little bottle lamb.
Underweight. Not suckling on the bottle. Repeated battles with unexplained temperature spikes.
Then there was the time he bit down on a bungee cord hook and snagged his cheek like a fish.
I truly wasn’t sure he would survive the first year.
Now he sits here quietly letting me stroke his head.
Enjoying the stillness.
I think there is a spiritual analogy here.
Those of us who have been through the really hard stuff.
Painful. Heart wrenching stuff…
It’s nice to sit quietly with our Shepherd.
We don’t have to explain anything.
He knows. It’s good to be still and just sit with Him.
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I finally got up and walked toward the house. Digory got up and walked to the barn.
I turned and looked just as he turned and looked at me.
And smiled.
There is something special about knowing that your Shepherd has got you.