When I first became a believer (24 yrs. ago), one of the first parables I read was the story of the lost sheep. Since I had been soooooo lost (I know, your either lost or not but I felt I was soooo lost), it has held a special place in my heart. I share it here because of this picture I took Saturday. God gives us awesome reminders in unexpected ways.
“What man among you, if he has a hundred sheep and has lost one of them, does not leave the ninety-nine in the open pasture, and go after the one which is lost, until he finds it? And when he has found it, he lays it on his shoulders, rejoicing. And when he comes home, he calls together his friends and his neighbors, saying to them, ‘Rejoice with me, for I have found my sheep which was lost!’ I tell you that in the same way, there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents, than over ninety-nine righteous persons who need no repentance.” Luke 15:4-7
Hubby, having grown up on a farm, rescued this poor guy and believe me, there was much rejoicing among the herd! Of course, I pictured myself as that sheep and Jesus as my Shepherd.
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