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Monday, November 16, 2009

An Image in Worship Service

Sunday, Mike and I found ourselves not teaching Sunday School, and just able to sit and worship the Lord. When I spend too much time away from our King's throne in humble worship, I feel empty. I begin to doubt. I lose my faith. I want what I want, and not what the Lord wants. I become selfish and bitter. During the awesome praise at our church, I had to sit down. I was imagining myself as a lamb. I believe that God sends visions, images, and impressions from the Holy Spirit. It is the Spirit's job to fill us up with the truth about God. Here is the image I got, through my tears and repentance.

The Rescue

Alone on a grassy plain, cowering just below the waist high grass, a little lamb waits. It hears the hungry jackals growling. It knows its shivering body might provide their next meal.
Night presses in, slowly stamping out the light. The lamb closes its eyes. As the last sunlight makes a final flicker, a tall figure wades through the grass, making a direct path to the cowering, shivering lamb. The lamb, with its eyes closed, cannot see the shepherd whose concerned brow is melting into a smile as He sees the lamb---the one for whom he has searched. The shepherd walks through the pack of jackals, and they scatter like dust after a stout North wind. Their growling howling ceases, and the lamb hears the crackle of grass and assumes its doom is moments away.
A soft hand lifts up the lamb, whose quick breathing has not slowed. A soft pat on the lamb's fur is not what it expected, nor what it deserved after it intentionally left the protection and safety of its flock. The shepherd does not chide, nor does He say anything. The lamb peaks an eye open, sees in whose arms it is being carried, and its body relaxes. Saved--safe--the lamb is on its way home; it is finally able to rest.

1 Comments:

Blogger debrabain@sbcglobal.net said...

amazing - I love the way you use your words - how we should all feel safe in Gods arms...I love you!

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