Lately, I have had quite a few days of "flying in the fog" -- my heart is sometimes heavy, I am distracted, I look at Hazel, cuddle her and love her and I think of Natasha's empty arms and of how much she misses baby Case. If I can carry some of my sisters burden I want to. If it can ease hers at all, it is worth it.
Several years back my mother in law gave me a book by Max Lucado, Safe in the Shepherd's Arms. I was reading through a little of that book this morning.
We, as Christians, are sheep and the Lord is our shepherd. It is interesting to take a closer look at that if you haven't before. Sheep aren't smart. They are also helpless. They don't have claws or fangs, they aren't fast animals. Most of them don't have horns. The book talks about how they even tend to wander into running creeks for water, then their wool grows heavy and they drown.... they really need "someone to lead them on paths that are right" (Psalm 23:3).... they need a shepherd. We, like sheep, need guidance. We need a shepherd. Without one we are helpless and can quickly become lost. God is leading us when we are flying through the fog, when we are sheep who have gone astray. He is the shepherd of the souls of men. (1 Peter 2:25)
During these days of trying to find my way in the fog, I have some blessings that are so sweet.
The past two mornings have started out so foggy, but today by 7am the sun is already burning off all that fog and is shining brightly into my windows.... and then I have these blessings to enjoy...
Merit ** Will** and Hazel Jane