Sept 14, 2024
Yesterday felt really good. Today, I realize why. It’s hard to put into words, but my view of life shifted and is shifting. I’m entering God’s story in a fresh way.
Yesterday, I had to deal with these sheep that escaped yet again. And they escaped a field that would be the equivalent of the best garden salad ever. The same storm that killed several sheep also caused the grass to sprout up taller and greener than ever.
The sheep came when I called them, Dixie got her fun herding them, bunching them up in wonderful ways, and moving the fences didn’t feel like a burdensome weight.
Oddly, the sheep deaths didn’t weigh on my heart. The green jewel-like setting, contented sheep, and my own contented heart all sang about God’s gift. I don’t own sheep, nor do I own joy and peace. These good and perfect gifts came from my merciful and loving Elohim.
