One afternoon I was lying on my back pondering God’s love for me.
A picture came to mind of a spring meadow and a little white lamb
who was fast asleep--all by himself. But was he? No way!
Next to him sat the shepherd. The tired little lamb--after all he
had played the morning away--was loved and safe in the Shepherd’s care.
The lamb doesn’t have to do anything, say anything, be anything--
HE IS LOVED.