There isn’t much in this world that turns my crank more than
wandering charming old country roads lined with vintage fences complete with old
barns, grazing cattle or best of all…. sheep.
And that’s exactly what we stumbled upon recently on a foggy morning
near the California coastline. The winding
road was barely wide enough for two cars.
The fog was thick; but the beauty was clear.
When we came over a hilltop I saw a group of sheep…
including lambs nestled snuggly against a gate.
My heart about melted. I was
moved enough (risking life and limb I later realized) to hike back up that
low-visibility road on foot, figuring I’d get a few photos.
I huffed my way up the hill, stepping into a ditch while
cars, giving me the “what-the-heck-are-you-doing-on-the-road-in-this-weather”
looks, streamed by. Apparently the sheep
weren’t too impressed either, because as I neared my destination, the little
ones got up and trotted over to the big ones (do sheep trot?) and they all
filed away: in the opposite
direction. So much for my photo
shoot.
It occurred to me as we drove away that these sheep were
doing exactly what sheep are supposed to do.
They didn’t recognize my voice as that of their master and they probably
couldn’t see who/what I was either in all that pea soup. So they turned from potential danger. Simply walked away.
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I want to know my master’s voice that instinctively.
I pray for the discernment to turn from all other voices.
I thank Him for searching for me during the times I’ve been
lost.
* * * * *
I managed to get one good shot before these charming creatures disappeared into
the fog. Personally, I think it’s
beautiful. Beautiful simply for what it
is… but also because I saw a message in it for me. The same message can be for you.
Thank you God, I love you too.
