It's a nightmare being a shephard. Yes, you start the day by screaming at them to get out of bed or they'll be late for school/work, then you prepare lunchboxes for them, then you return to the rooms to give them the ultimatum before any of them would be frightened into action. Then comes the tantrums of not knowing how to button his shirt, not knowing how to zip up her dress from behind, not knowing what to eat for breakfast, not knowing how to put on their socks and shoes, not knowing left from right, well, not knowing anything on earth practically. That's why we the moms are the shephards. When they are finally coaxed out of the house and into the school, we finally can heave a sigh of relieve.
I can't imagine what Jesus had to go through being our shephard. I already find my role impossible. If I were given Jesus' role, I swear I would have called the angels to take me home even as I was fasting in the desert!!!
Jesus, I salute You for all you have endured and done for us. What a great shephard You are, and You will always be my role model. Amen!
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2 comments:
well, That why we need God so much!!
Can't live without Him manm;)
luv,
Veron
Sister, whatever tantrum you have blown, just multipy it by 2 for me. ;)
love,sk
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