No. 49 May7 by melodylowes Only a number to the world at large, but intimately known by his Maker – every habit, every scar, every dream accounted for as the Shepherd counts sheep not to sleep but to keep track of when to dispense grace. Share this:FacebookEmailPinterestTwitterLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related
YES! This is brilliant. A number or nothing to the world, but ‘Beloved of God’, always.
Absolutely! Thanks, Gallivanta!
Wow, I love this, Mel–excellent job, for our excellent Shepherd. (Haven’t seen you lately–busy?)
Yep – crazy. May/June always are – and now that it’s nicer, I’m outside as much as I can be!!
I enjoyed this poem, Melody.
always always humbled !
🙂 Thanks Debbie!
I loved this so much . ..keeping track of when to dispense grace. 🙂 Thank you, Melody, and God bless you during the crazy busy months!
Aw, thanks Deb! I think I should hang out near the Dispenser, get an extra dose, just in case! 🙂
Love this Melody…especially the part about keeping track of sheep so He can dispense grace. Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound! So glad the Good Shepherd goes seeking after the one who wanders away from the flock.
Thanks Glenda! I have been glad so often of the point you made, of the one who has wandered being sought after. 🙂
Isn’t it wonderful to be called by your name and found by the Good Shepherd? Have a blessed weekend and a Happy Mother’s Day!
Thank you Glenda – to you, too!
And that’s a good thing!!!
Melody, this one really touches me today! Even as mothers watch over their “lambs” – how much more so does He watch over each one of us.
Blessings ~ Wendy
I hadn’t thought of it in the context of parenting – how lovely to have you connect the dots, in time for Mother’s Day! Thanks, Wendy!