Dear Precious Lambs,
It is early in the morning and our Lord, who never sleeps, has invited me to stay awake with Him and pray.
While meditating on “Thy will be done”, He has gently asked me to release the lambs that weigh heavily on my heart; they are (after all) His, not mine. So much suffering, frailty, tender weakness, and loss of life.
Tonight their despair is too great for me, so I must surrender them to my Christ; who reminds me, I’ve not so sacrificed for them as to shed my blood.
He is their Shepherd. He died in their stead so that they might have life–and life more abundantly. It hurts to let go and let God. But, “Thy will be done.”
Now, I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord, my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.
God bless you,