Aug 27, 2024
Comfort. Yesterday’s blog showed a computer-generated image of Jesus ministering to a woman, and it prepared my heart for what was to come later. That cloak image in my mind led to a song in my heart: “You are a shield about me, the lifter of my head.” It’s from Psalm 3.3, when King David was running from Absalom. Feelings of grief, betrayal, and stress overcame David. The same happened to me yesterday.
Hurricane Hone’s wind and rain drenched my clothes as I worked last Saturday. The flock was miserable and bunched tightly together. Turns out it killed eleven sheep that night. There were two causes.
When the sheep bunched together in the windbreak behind a rocky mound, they smothered several lambs. The same thing happens when crowds in a stadium panic and push against each other; if you fall, your life is in danger. Second cause: Six mature ewes’ wool-less covering turned out to be too thin, and they died of cold exposure. Among them was Gracie, a spunky and fun orphan bottle lamb from four years ago. To be continued…
