I affirm that You are, indeed, my Shepherd. I confess that I do not always listen. I sometimes forget that You feed me. And I wander. Often.
Why? I cannot tell you. I really am humbled that You, the Lord, has an interest in me. Honestly, sometimes I question that. I can so easily accept that you love the whole world, but me as an individual? I can think of a lot of other people who would be easier to love and … shepherd.
My doubt is not about Your ability, but more my habit of being found outside the pasture following other voices. What an amazing privilege that You are watching out for me. I really am glad that you are my Shepherd.
And not my puppeteer. While I have freedom to wander the pasture within Your sight, I also have the freedom to make my way onto paths that lead me to other, less protected places. Just about the time I think I may have gone too far, I hear Your footsteps behind me. I experience the guidance as You direct me back into safer places.
Forgive me for the times I run away from You.
Forgive me for the times I pretend not to hear You.
Forgive me for the times I try to befriend the wolf.
Please, never stop being my Shepherd.
Please, never let me forget the sound of Your voice.
PS: Thanks to Janice for the picture below!