Destruction often comes in the middle of the night. While we are absent minded. While we sleep in peace.
Going out that next morning to feed the two sheep, one sheep is without the other. That is unusual. They are always together.
The one is distraught. She stands at the trail-head bleating.
Her heart bleeding.
We know she is signaling trouble. We walk down the trail she has led us to … and we see the other baby lifeless on the ground. Devoured.
My heart and soul fall to the ground in pain. Heart pain. I feel myself collapse into the arms of God, through fear’s temptation of what may lurk.
They had always remained in the barn throughout the night. It was necessity for safety, and it was pure God-Giving instinct. But our neighbors recently acquired a few animals—goats, donkey—and walking out of safety’s shelter had been tempting. They had no idea the danger that awaited.
We can only assume that a panther, or big cat, took her down [rumors of panther sightings]. There were no prints. The cat may have jumped down from a tree to attack, immediately dragging her into the leaves where we found her. And a few weeks ago, our neighbor’s 50 lb. young goat totally disappeared without a trace. The predator had to be strong to jump their fence with a 50 lb. goat.
Sheep were not made to go it alone. They were made for God-Giving camaraderie. Sandy has been so needy, distraught, distressed, afraid. When I leave her to return to the house, she runs to the fence—hopped over it once—runs back and forth looking for someone, anyone, bleats. Her heart is still bleeding. She absolutely can not go it alone. She misses her sister. We miss our Bindi girl, the black sheep of our family.
We seemed to be left with two choices: (1) find her a home with other sheep, or (2) get a new sheep, a new addition to our family. A new sister for her. And that’s what we did.
Meet our newest necessity, Ginny [named after Ginny Weasley].
|Karalee and Katelyn|
|Shelli (1 year old) and her sister (3 years old)|
|Freckles and Snowy|
|Hermione and Blue|
Only devastation awaits outside His safety, His protection. It only takes one foot out to feel the heat of the predator, the breath of death.
Jesus is our shawl of life, wrapping us securely with His love and intention, enabling us to walk out into this life wilderness with an enduring, withstanding heart comfort. No fear. Enabling us to see with eyes wide open amidst the flakes that graze our faces.
The Shepherd searches for us, longs for us, extends Himself to us. Will we enter His gates—His God Giving, Spirit Giving, Savior Giving, Shelter Giving, Peace Giving, Trust Giving, Faith Giving, Love Giving, Word Giving, Life Giving gates—this Thanks-Giving?
“For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.” —John 3:16