I don't get it. I really don't. How could this whole month go past, and I haven't blogged once until now?
And I really should be going to bed. I'm exhausted, but I had to write one short post. :)
Jesus reminded me on Tuesday that He is the Good Shepherd. He lays down His life for His sheep. What does this mean? God, laying down His life for me. What is this? This sacrifice soooo incredibly unbalanced and I so undeserving?
And the hired hand runs when the wolf comes. The Shepherd doesn't. Jesus? You see the danger ahead of me, don't You? You don't run when it comes. You are the best Protector. Please show me how to trust You for this. I love You.