Your birthday came and went last month.
No cake, ice cream, or balloons for you this year...just a harvest of seeds sown...
You see yourself as the “black sheep” of the family...
But I was there that night
The night you pushed up from the altar...planted your hand on your heart...lips curled into a grin...actually you laughed...and said:
“Thank you, Jesus!”
That black heart was washed white...and momma danced happy...
I was there later as the enemy tried to take back
what had been redeemed...
And watched as detours became the norm...
eventually steering you back to the straight path...
and then you’d be off again...
Another birthday came and went this month.
A custom cake by Katie,
Kroger ice cream, but no cards...
Until the mail lady delivered an envelope with your return address in the corner...
Inside was the sweetest custom handmade card...
And this blue sheep smiled and thanked God for His grace and love...
So black sheep, blue sheep, green or purple -
if grazing in the Good Shepherd’s pasture,
we are all the same.
His blood marks those who belong to the Lamb...
He calls His own sheep by name and leads them out. After He has gathered His own flock, He walks ahead of them, and they follow Him because they know His voice.
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