“Look at the lambs, running and playing.” Timmy stood on the bottom rail of the fence.
“Takes all kinds of sheep to make a flock, Timmy.” Grandfather chuckled. “Your Aunt Sue learned that fact pretty quick.”
“What happened?”
“One morning, she sneaked out the back door, tip-toed down the steps--her turn to feed the chickens and collect the eggs.
She kept an eye out for Old Bessie. Bending over to enter the henhouse, she heard hoofbeats. Before she could change directions, Bessie’s head made contact.
“Wham! She sprawled on the ground, fuming. Bessie stood triumphantly. She’d won again.
“’And I thought sheep were special,’ she said, stomping into the kitchen."
Timmy whooped with laughter. “Wish I’d been there to see it.” Grandfather chuckled.
"When you think about it, the flock is not made only of fluffy lambs. You have every kind of sheep imaginable. Yes, soft ones but also tough ones, crippled ones, and just downright mean ones.
“We’re like the flock of sheep. But's there is one difference."
"What's that?"
"We have the Lord Jesus Christ, the Good Shepherd. And you know what?" Timmy shook his head. "The Shepherd can handle every sheep in the flock. They belong to Him. He knows each one by name and seeks them out when they wander.
"Am I one of His sheep?"
"You one of His lambs." Grandfather put his arm around his grandson.
Kingdom Thinking. Once I was brought into the fold, I belong to the Lord Jesus. He is my Good Shepherd. He loves me and promises never to leave me. Won’t you come to Him. He loves you and is seeking you.