Walking the path

The Lord is my shepherd. When I wander away to an unsafe place, he misses me and comes to find me. At first, I thought I was holding his hand, but as he carried me down from the dangerous rocks, I realized he was holding mine.

He hears the noise in my stomach as we travel, and he stops so I might eat and drink for a bit. He brings the part of me that matters back alive, and we then travel back toward the valley and home.

It’s getting dark now. I hear the howl of wolves. The racing beat of my heart against his neck causes him to whisper, “Don’t be afraid. I’ve got you.” Although he whispers, every word is crystal clear as my ear is close to his mouth.

I see the other sheep of his family. When we join them, he provides food and drink. He then cleans and anoints me, treating me like I’m his most loved. This is where I belong, close to the shepherd. I will stay with him forever.