I despise sheep. Sheep drown and don’t
think twice about it, simply dying without help. Defenseless, they frighten
easily, and get lost with a turn of their head, not knowing their right from
their left. I don’t want to be a sheep, one of hundreds in a flock, who
could keel over at any moment, and no one would know. I want to be known and
loved; and I am, God taught me this while cruising in my green car one spring
day.
As I twist through the tiny roads of rural Germany, images of brainless sheep dying in absurd ways plays on repeat in my mind. Heart attack. Drowning. Attacked by wolves. Suffocating from my own wool. Not being able to explore the world, and stuck in one place? Feels like quicksand to my soul.
As the canola fields pass by, I
imagine myself, surrounded by coarse wooden boards of high fence.
Claustrophobia sinking in as the fresh air of the field, is just outside my
reach. No room for twirling, comfort, or joy. As blood rushes through my
ears all I can hear is, ‘’This is your allotted green space’, and I sob. I’m an
emotional creature. I’ve come to terms with it. “I GUESS I AM A SHEEP” I choke
out, my eyeliner becoming a smokey eye as I wipe away my tears.
My car windows open to the wind,
carrying my laments to God: ‘I don’t want to be a sheep! Couldn’t I be a
unicorn, or a peacock? Heck, I’d even take a meerkat, at least their fur isn’t
the color of sadness.’ I’d be lying if I said no one has ever accused me of
being dramatic…
In that moment, Psalm 23 echoed
in my mind, ‘The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me lie down
in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul. He
leads me in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
The tiny fencing fell away, and the
wind rushed through my hair, I had a pastures to be in by the grace of God, not
just one field. I had created limitations for myself, when God had hand crafted us for freedom.
Humming ‘Wide Open Spaces’ to myself,
as sun drenched field me spun, digging my toes into the rich grass, overwhelming
joy welling within. Gentle laughter trickles in, “Aj, not the
pasture...this”: As golden light pours
into my car, I crested a hill. I hear a
whisper on the wind, ‘My love, look out the window. All of this is your field,
the whole world I gave to all of you; my image bearers, to take care of. To
thrive in. To nurture each other. To share my glory and explore`` Luke 12:32
reminds us, “Fear not, little flock, for it is your Father’s good pleasure to
give you the kingdom’. His. Good. Pleasure.
The fields glimmering gold, sparkling
in the sunset light, igniting in His presence. In the Bible God’s glory is in
his presence, it has a weight to it. A layer of majesty you can soak in. My
soul needs to soak.
Pulling over, with the rocks and dust
from the side of the road pressing into my bare feet, I place my palms up, head
back and stand in the Spirit’s presence. Gratitude and relief wash over me, as
I realize we are sheep called to graze in God’s glory, not just meander
through the hills of life
Germany’s golden hour; tinged with
possibility and hope. I had imagined God wanted me to be a quiet sheep,
bumbling about, living half lives in tiny spots. It’s simply not true. What is
momentous is having a shepherd, Emmanuel, here with us. Guiding us. Desiring us
to enrich the earth and share the love of God. Instead of fencing-focused:
being I AM-focused .
On occasion I may still be a brainless
sheep, AND I am also a glory sheep. Here to spread and soak in God’s glory, to
help others look up past the false fences we construct. Anytime I feel trapped,
I practice gratitude, and remember this expansive world He gave to us. May I be someone that sees and shares that God is here with us, wanting to cultivate
side by side in creating a world full of justice, mercy, and grace.