Aug 28, 2024
Dixie is safe and sound as of 11:20 am today.
Sore. My heart felt sore yesterday. Yet, in the midst of one of my worst fears, God comforted me. On that day when I viewed the 11 dead and two downed sheep) that doesn’t mean I was in very good shape.
I love Dixie, my mini-aussie shepherd so much, but during this day, I needed to move the sheep to the corral. She was already confused but responded to my calling her name, following beside me while I drove the truck. This occurred before I discovered the dead sheep later. She was trying and came forward each time I called, though it took much persuasion.
Fast-forward and I’m at the height of anxiety after viewing my losses and because I couldn’t convince the sheep to get into the corral. Instead the sheep have scattered and are eating the green grass which I’m convinced has extreme amounts of dangerous barberpole larvae ready to reinfect their digestive system. I screamed at them to move, Dixie listened to it for a while and I was fine that she just stayed at a close distance. An instant later, she began running away. I’ve always been able to change her mind, but I was still getting sheep into the corral.
Two choices: Either follow Dixie, or get the flock safe. I screamed her name. She never looked up. Felt like betrayal and abandonment. She’s still missing. I can find her later, but I have to be within her sight for this to happen, or someone calls me when they find her.
Now I can really imagine how Jesus felt when all the disciples ran away.
