
To my Shepherd,
You found me. You always do. And that makes you Good. Please know that I did not venture from the flock as a way to hurt you. I just wandered a little too far on my own and got lost.
I was feeling really brave. I was confident that as long as I didn’t stray too far, I could find my way back to you. But my bravery led to temptation. One misstep led to another. Before long, I ventured a little too far, and I did not recognize where I was and who I had become. As the sun set, I was unable to see past the darkness. I was scared. Instead of retracing my steps or trying to navigate the darkness alone, I sat idle. I called out to you, and you came. You always do.

There was a point when I was lost and alone, that I felt overwhelmed by intrusive thoughts. I convinced myself that you were better off without me in the flock. You had 99 other sheep to tend to; I am just a burden and my insecurities and pain are insignificant to you. And so, self-reliance became my shepherd. I was determined to take care of myself! However, as I got tired, there was nowhere to rest. When I was thirsty, there was no fresh water. I stumbled many times, and my fleece was covered in blood. I realized I needed your guidance and I knew you would come to rescue me. You always do.
I do not always understand your overwhelming love for me. I cannot always see what you see. When I look at the other sheep in the flock, I understand your love for them. They have gifts and talents that go unmatched. They are unique and deserving of your love. What about me? I feel so unworthy.

As you placed me on your shoulders, you affirmed my worth. Our faces touched as you spoke life into my heart. You reassured my gifts and talents and reminded me of my uniqueness. You see my life as a gift and rejoiced when I was found!
Good Shepherd, you found me as you ALWAYS do. You tended to my wounds and addressed my needs. You led me home, back into the safety of your guidance. You chuckled as you reminded me I am just a sheep. I will probably venture off again, and when I do, you will leave the 99 to come find me. You always do.
With love, your tiresome sheep,
Abby
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