I am a sheep. I like to think I am something cooler like a dolphin though. Dolphins seem pretty smart. They thrive without need of guidance from outsiders. They are exceptional and unique. Flipper even had a tv show. (Plus if I were a dolphin I could write a best-selling discipleship book called “The Porpoise Driven Life...)
But alas, I am not a dolphin. I am a sheep. A plain, run of the mill, get stuck in a ditch, matted wool, average intelligence sheep. A very-much-in-need-of-a-Shepherd sheep.
This reminder reinforces something vitally important for me to wrap my sheep brain around- that I am not self-sufficient. I like to think I am, but when I proceed under the premise of this delusion, I end up tripped up by pride and caught in a thicket every time. And these humbling moments are when I am most keenly aware of my need for a Shepherd.
But thanks be to God that the Shepherd we have is one who loves the sheep extravagantly. Our Shepherd makes sure we lack nothing. As we lie next to the still waters, bellies full and minds filled with peace, we can do so because of our Shepherd. As we pull up a chair to the banquet table, we do so through the gracious invitation of our Shepherd. And as we battle shame after finding ourselves in the thicket once again, the rod and staff extend as our loving Shepherd rescues us and restores us.
So I encourage you today to embrace the joy of being a sheep and follow the gentle Shepherd all the days of your life.