Ordinarily, I wouldn't take kindly to being called a sheep. But when Jesus says it, I'm compelled to listen. Of course, not right away, as my ego and identity didn't permit it. But as I've stumbled and fallen many times in my journey, only then have my eyes opened to the similarities of my behavior and that of a sheep. Digging into a rut and getting stuck. Head down following my nose to the next patch of green grass. . . .you get the picture.
O, how the lessons of this rich metaphor have unfolded in proportion to my repeatedly being humbled. Vulnerable and laying open to the possibility of a relationship with Jesus allowed me to hear His voice and learn just how dependent I am on God. For everything. Every blessing that adorns my life has manifested by following His voice. Only by being sheared close to the skin and allowing myself to feel the healing warmth of God's unconditional love have I found the way forward in my faith journey. And this isn't even the best part!! We become the Father's own. Forever. Eternally. The Creator of all that was and is and is to come. Count me in!! I'm happy to be called a sheep in His Kingdom!