My friend, Cathleen Cliffton, recently passed away. At her celebration of her life some teachers she taught with through BSF shared a story that captured my heart. I asked permission if I may share the story and the Cliffton's granted me favor. I am so thankful because it has caused a longing in me to capture different images as I learn how to paint. This is my first.
When Cathy was in fifth grade her dad went to the school to ask permission to check her out in the middle of the day to help at the farm. See, Cathy's family were farmers. When a baby lamb was rejected by it's mother it was Cathy's job to raise the little lamb. The little lamb was brought into the house and Cathy bottle fed the baby until it was ready to live on its own in the pasture. Cathy became the lambs mom and shepherdess. When Cathy would call her little lambs she would say, "Lamber's Come!"
Her dad explained to the office staff that Cathy was the only person they would listen to because her sheep know her voice and will not listen to him.
When Cathy's dad took her to the field she called out, "Lamber's Come!" and then all of the little sheep came running to Cathy.
If you know Scripture you will know the verse that says, "My Sheep listen to my voice; I know them and they listen to my voice." (John 10:27)
I love how this little lamber is running with pure joy. This is how I imagine it was for all the little lambs running to Cathy. I also imagine this illustrates the joy of a follower of Jesus when He calls them home.
I have had two women I love run to Jesus in the last few months. Both too early for those of us on this side of heaven. But knowing that joy will be our response to the call, "Lamber's Come!" My heart knows peace and rest.