I choose the title for this blog spot, Old Ewe, because that is what I feel like most days.
We wandered through a field outside the one place in the world I think of as home. We don't live there, but we did once upon a gentle time. There are flocks of sheep there which are faithfully tended by the local farmer. He knows each sheep by name. The sheep roam around this idylic place in quiet green, beside a still water where tender grass always grows. I see an old ewe, one who has borne many a lamb. She is stubborn in her way. She has seen the storms pass by as the seasons have melted into each other. It has made her tougher in some ways. She is also more submissive to the shepherd that the younger sheep. She has learned the value of it over the years. She has learned that fighting his wisdom and leadership has only lead to problems for her. She feels safest when she is near her shepherd and runs to be near him when he enters the pasture, as is his daily habit. She understands his tenderness is the most important part of her existence. The other, younger sheep look to her for wisdom and guidance and she is often ready to give them a lesson or two. The reality of it is that she knows she knows nothing and must rely on the shepherd and thus she teaches the younger sheep to do the same.
So that is the why of this blog. I am the old ewe who has learned through a life time that she is utterly dependent upon her Shepherd. Jesus alone is everything, I am nothing but a battered old sheep feeding on the tender grass of His faithfulness, dependent upon His wisdom, strength, guidance and love. Here I sit before you.
