She stared at me and I stared back at her.
One woman named Heather…..one sheep named Heather….looking across a farmyard of other creatures and people at one another.
She was probably thinking about lunch, about the quality of the grass, or the warmth of the day.
You know, sheep things.
I was thinking how appropriate it was to find this woolen sheep named “Heather” at the pumpkin patch.
I needed the reminder, with worries and unknowns, impossibilities, needs, and concerns. I needed the message that I’m simply a sheep and I need a shepherd.
No, I have a Shepherd, a Good One, One who promises to care for me, to lead me, to bring me to rest, to provide for me, to protect me and even defend me from the attacks of the enemy and my own foolishness.
So, I can be still. I can stop fretting over what to…
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