Little black lambies

There is something about those little black lambies that just tug at my heart strings.

I wait all winter to see them again and I just happened to see them at the perfect time.

I usually first catch glimpse of them so tiny and black and stumbling around in the field.

But this time I'm pretty sure they had just been born. They were super tiny, wrinkly, jet black and perched in a pile of hay, not even standing. Literally I think they had just been pooped out!

I LOVE IT!

Their tiny cuteness however doesn't last long. With in a day or two they are standing, wobbling around, getting bigger everyday. And just a short week or two later they're fur is lightening up and they are almost triple in size.

Before you know it they are full size and one huge cotton ball.

But thats okay, because there are always more lambies to be born.

I'm not sure what it is about them that make me want to pull my car over and just stare and repeatedly ask the girls "Can you see them, aren't they so cute?". One of these days TJ will come home to a little black lamb on my lap in the backyard.

Maybe I love them because they remind me of my own babies.

How they start out soooo tiny and wrinkly and pure and so cute.

It's no wonder why the Lord always talks about sheep, gathering and herding them, sacraficing them and calling them perfect. He is my Shepard and we are His flock. I am my children's Shepard and they are my flock and I don't want them to stray just like the Lord does not want me to stray. We all have a responsibility to do our very best, and when we fail, to ask for help and forgiveness and then to get back up and try again.

Here is one of my all time favorite poems:

Twas a sheep not a lamb that strayed away
In the parable Jesus told,
A grown-up sheep that strayed away
From the ninety and nine in the fold.

And why for the sheep should we seek
And earnestly hope and pray?
Because there is danger when sheep go wrong;
They lead the lambs astray.

Lambs will follow the sheep, you know,
Wherever the sheep may stray.
When sheep go wrong, it won’t take long
Til the lambs are as wrong as they.

And so with the sheep we earnestly plead
For the sake of the lambs today,
For when sheep are lost, what a terrible cost
The lambs will have to pay!

-C. C. Miller