I began this post on fear about two years ago. What in the whirl? How can something I wrote two years ago resonate with me still!? I am able to just pick up and continue writing because it’s that relevant. So relevant…like the first thing I thought of was me sitting poolside at my sister-in-law’s house a few days ago and decidedly moving myself inside because there were bats (yep, you read that correctly) swooping…
So, it’s been a little minute since we’ve talked. I’ve been doing what you do when your Momma moves in with Jesus. I’ve been sad, then glad, then tickled with a memory, then hit with the shock of it all over again. Me and my little Sis have been deep in a gazillion pictures and mementos. We have breathed deep in her scent still on her clothes and shook our head over enough costume jewelry…
“He isn’t here! He is risen from the dead, just as he said would happen…”
I don’t know a lot about sheep. To be honest, if God hadn’t called us sheep there is a good chance that I would know next to nothing about them now. I’m a city girl. Well, city for the my area. So when Jesus says He is the Gate for the sheep and the good Shepherd, I’m thinking, OK, so how does that work? How does that help me in my everyday walking around life? In John, chapter…
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