Returning to the Flock

The grass seems greener on the other side, so we sometimes forget that the Lord will provide. We step away from the safety we receive so we step into danger and then we start to grieve. The wolf hides among us and we naively don't see the snare, until we're caught up in the unknown trap, with no help anywhere. We're blessed to have a Shepard to leave the flock behind and go searching for the lost ones to rejoin the ninety-nine. Sometimes each of us stumbles and sometimes each of us strays, but our Shepard is a faithful one and seeks us out always. The grass seems oh so pleasant when we are not satisfied, when we're carried away by stubbornness and blinded by our pride. But the grass is never as good as we think, for it is all the same, and looks can be deceiving, it's part of life's cruel game. So let's stick close to our Shepard, contented and not stressed. We'll lie down in peace and comfort and in safety we will rest.