“Behold, the Lord GOD will come with strong [hand], and his arm shall rule for him: behold, his reward [is] with him, and his work before him.
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 young.” –Isaiah 40:10-11, KJV
Our dog died recently. Not a happy way to start a post, I know. Forgive me, and go with me on this, because I got an image pressed into my head, and this verse flashed it through my mind.
Billy, our Beagle, was old and frail. We knew the time to say goodbye to our little four-pawed buddy was coming. And when it came, he hid himself out in the back yard under a bush. My husband went out to get him, because it was cold and wet outside, and because I don’t think anyone or anything should die alone. With gentle hands, my husband scooped Billy up into his arms and carried him back to the house.
Sick and frail, Billy couldn’t even stand. But he was brought into our home in arms that are both strong and loving.
Imagine the I AM, the mighty God, the King of Kings tending His flock like a shepherd. Can you picture him kneeling close to the young, wobbly lambs; the tired ewe with babies; the injured ram, frail and broken? What an image. Reminds me of what meekness really means. Not weakness, but strength under control, power managed with grace.
Jesus gathers His lambs, lifts them with tenderness and tucks them close to His bosom. This GOD who comes with a strong hand reaches for me with gentle love. And He carries me. Can anything make me feel more precious than that?