Advent/tree gear: cotton ball or lambs wool
Astray. My Dad used to raise sheep. Sheep are cute. Sheep are not.too.bright.
They go where their nose takes them with no thought of hidden dangers.
They required a guard dog 24/7.
A savior. Rescuer. Guard.
Even after a rescue, there was no way to keep those wooly ones out of the greener pasture til the grass was solid gone. Lurking danger didn’t matter. They had a one track mind. Grass.
At times, I think God waits until we are at the bottom of the barrel. I wish He wouldn’t wait so long. We ought to pray that the grass will run out a little quicker.
1 Peter 2:25 (This is talking about us.) ‘For you were like sheep going astray, but now you have returned to the Shepherd and Overseer of your souls.’
If you have strayed away, you have the freedom of choice. We are like sheep, but we have a brain as human beings. We’re superior to sheep in that way. God gives us the freedom of choice – we can choose to invite Him back into our lives. Sheep can’t do that. Return to Him Sweetheart. If the world has let you down, if the forbidden grass has not satisfied you then you come back to the Shepherd.
That is why He came.
Christmas is about you DearOne. Chew on that a while. He is inviting you.
Every morning I pray, “Lord, who am I to be worthy to write to these people? I am nothing. But I pray that You will speak through me, despite me.” Because I just want to be a vessel and He is our only hope of rescue.
“Do you hear what I hear?
Said the night wind to the little lamb?”