“He shall feed His flock like a shepherd: He shall gather the lambs with His arm, and carry them in His bosom, and shall gently lead those that are with you” (Isaiah 40:11).
She invited Pastor Kenward to pull a chair closely to her bed. “I am soon to go Home to be with the Lord Jesus, Pastor Kenward, I just know it. I have known it all along since I came here to Hospice. I can’t describe to you the comfort and joy that I am feeling. I know that it’s not the medicine that is making me feel this way. Though I am glad that the medicine is helping with my terrible pain, this comfort and joy is coming as I picture myself being one of those needy sheep that the Great Shepherd picks up and carries in His arms. It was that message you preached not long ago about our Savior being the Shepherd and then you quoted a verse from the Old Testament. Was it Isaiah, Pastor? It’s where the Shepherd carries the sheep with special needs. That’s surely me, Pastor.” With tears in his eyes because he knew that he had the greatest privilege in the world to be sitting with someone who was still on earth but in the next moments or hours would be in Heaven, the Pastor responded, “Yes, it was the Book of Isaiah. It’s Isaiah 40:11. Would you like me to read it to you?” Pastor Kenward asked. She could barely nod her head as she closed her eyes to listen. After reading our verse to her, she said, “Yes. That’s me, Pastor. That’s me.” And friends, that is you and me as well.
For today: Oh, how we need our precious Great Shepherd. I’m glad that I belong to Him.