My head has loads of compartments where hours of music are stored. And sometimes they pop up and start playing like to remind me of something special.
This quote is from Isaiah, but in my head, it is Handel's Messiah that is playing in the background this day.
Talking like this, it sounds like I have a mental disorder of sorts, and maybe I have. But this chorus from Handel that I have both sung and played numerous times, reminds me of something worth remembering, and I am not going to the head-doctor over it.
For what is more precious than thinking of the Good Shepherd. I often think of Him when I feel I have gone a bit from the path I was meant to walk. How He gently pulls me back on track. Sometimes the pulling feels a bit harsh, preoccupied as I am with whatever I am up to, but coming back is always a relief. It costs to go astray. And sometimes it takes time to heal, even though I am back on track.
Sometimes the shepherd puts me close to other sheep in the flock. And sometimes the whole group of us split or go astray together. But the Good Shepherd knows and pulls us back again. Perhaps He needs to place us apart, because of the mischief we were up to, but deep down we know it is good for us.
These thoughts makes me want to keep close to the Shepherd. Because I don't want to loose sight of Him and I love following Him.
An assurance warms me in the cold of Winter. I am back on track
Safe and content I dive back into the pile of papers that needs marking. Until the next ear worm pops up, that is.
This quote is from Isaiah, but in my head, it is Handel's Messiah that is playing in the background this day.
Talking like this, it sounds like I have a mental disorder of sorts, and maybe I have. But this chorus from Handel that I have both sung and played numerous times, reminds me of something worth remembering, and I am not going to the head-doctor over it.
For what is more precious than thinking of the Good Shepherd. I often think of Him when I feel I have gone a bit from the path I was meant to walk. How He gently pulls me back on track. Sometimes the pulling feels a bit harsh, preoccupied as I am with whatever I am up to, but coming back is always a relief. It costs to go astray. And sometimes it takes time to heal, even though I am back on track.
Sometimes the shepherd puts me close to other sheep in the flock. And sometimes the whole group of us split or go astray together. But the Good Shepherd knows and pulls us back again. Perhaps He needs to place us apart, because of the mischief we were up to, but deep down we know it is good for us.
These thoughts makes me want to keep close to the Shepherd. Because I don't want to loose sight of Him and I love following Him.
An assurance warms me in the cold of Winter. I am back on track
Safe and content I dive back into the pile of papers that needs marking. Until the next ear worm pops up, that is.-
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