As His sheep, sometimes we have wandered so far that the shepherd’s voice is faint. We try to determine which direction his call comes from but we are stuck down in a pit and it echoes off the rocks and we can’t ﬁnd Him. We feel lost and darkness is closing in because the sun is setting and amongst the the shepherd’s call we hear the howling of the wolves. We cry all the louder seemingly to no avail. But maybe we’re drowning out the Shepherd’s voice with our own. So we wait on Him here, stuck in the mud and mire. I would like to remind you of one of my favorite Psalms.
I waited patiently for the LORD; he turned to me and heard my cry. He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; He set my feet on a rock and gave me a new place to stand. He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see and fear and put their trust in the LORD. (Psalm 40:1-3)
How beautiful it is to be part of His ﬂock!