Jesus Chose Our Little Lamb

A story that has brought me some comfort in the last few days is taken from an old book that someone gave to us about losing a child.  Here it is...

"There is a story of sweetness and beauty which enlightens the heart of every parent who has lost a child.  It concerns a custom among the shepherd folk of the Alps.  In the summer time when the grass in the lower valleys withers and dries up, the shepherds seek to lead their sheep up a winding, thorny, and stony pathway to the high grazing lands.  The sheep, reluctant to take the difficult pathway infested with dangers and hardships, turn back and will not follow.  The shepherds make repeated attempts, but the timid sheep will not follow.  Finally a shepherd reaches into the flock and takes a little lamb and places it under his arm, then reaches in again and takes another lamb, placing it under the other arm.  Then he starts up the precipitous pathway.  Soon the mother sheep start to follow and afterward the entire flock.  At last they ascend the tortuous trail to green pastures.

The Great Shepherd of the sheep, the Lord Jesus Christ, our Saviour, has reached into the flock and He has picked up your lamb.  He did not do it to rob you, but to lead you out and upward.  He has richer and greener pastures for you, and He wants you to follow."

Jesus reached down into our flock and picked Blake out of all the babies on Friday, August 13th at 9:12am.

Okay God, you have my attention...please take me to those greener pastures.