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Topic: FOLD (10/08/15)
TITLE: The Love of Lambs
By Dixie Koch
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Early in life I began to realize that to become a good follower, I must enjoy walking.
I also learned that bottle lambs were good followers.
It began over sixty years ago. I was a little country girl, wearing pig tails, and starting school in a country school house, all painted white.
There was no school bus to pick me up, so I walked to school. I walked a mile and a half one way. I didn't mind walking. I loved it in the spring when the little yellow flowers sweetly decorated the ditches overrun by swampy growth.
I especially loved those gentle spring days because our neighbor, Jack and his family, raised sheep, and they had bottle lambs to feed. On the way home from school I'd stop there and Jack would always let me help feed the lambs. I wanted a lamb in the worst way.
I always took plenty of time hugging the lambs and it was always hard to leave Jack's house.
The sun shone so much brighter one spring afternoon. I had left Jack's house and was walking home, carrying my sweater and lunch box, when I heard a faint blat behind me. I turned to see the sweetest little thing on four legs trotting after me. I dropped my lunch box and swooped her up in my arms. She seemed every bit as happy as me.
I hated the steps back to Jack's house, because I didn't want to give her back. And so it was with tears I brought her to Jack.
“You really love this little lamb, don't you?” he asked me.
“Yes. I love her so much,” I assured him.
“Would you like to keep her?”
“Yes! I would love to keep her.” My heart was beating faster than the words which were coming out of my mouth.
“She's yours then,” he said with a smile.
My feet walked happy all the way home that afternoon.
My mom adored the lamb, too. We named her Jingle bells. She seemed so musical when she walked, skipped or jumped. It was sheer joy to have a lamb like Jingle Bells following me everywhere I'd go. She loved to dance and play as she followed me. I just delighted in walking and knowing she was there behind me.
That little black-faced baby grew into a beautiful tall sheep with thick wool. She was the very first sheep on our farm, and the beginning of a nice herd of sheep.
My mom was a natural sheep woman. It was easy for her to love them and care for them. And, growing up with sheep is indeed a recipe on how to learn love. When other girls chose to play with dolls, I was out wrapping lambs in a blanket and holding them close to my heart.
Even today, so many years later, I have pictures of sheep in my house. And, there are precious memories of lambs framed within my heart.
I want to be like a lamb dancing and following the Shepherd of my Life. I want to see the face of Jesus light up as I come bouncing behind Him.
Yes, I want to follow Him. He has fed me when I have been hungry and thirsty. I have felt the joy of His embrace. I have learned to trust Him. I love to hear His voice.
Jesus said, “And when he brings out his own sheep, he goes before them; and the sheep follow him, for they know his voice.” John 10:4 (NKJV).
If He goes before me, I want to walk after Him. He is today the chase of my life.
Following Him is a blessed walk, and there is nothing sweeter than hearing His voice, unless it would be seeing His smile.
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