Following the cries of the lamb, I find the little one caught in a thorn bush. I quickly set about the difficult task of setting him free without causing further injury. Thorns have pierced his brow and all four legs. As tears run down my face, I pray, "Oh, God, please forgive me and help me. I wandered far away from You and lost my way just like this lamb. I, too, am caught in a thicket. Would You rescue me? I need Your help! Untangle the mess I've made of my life and lead me back to Hope Valley and to my Beloved Shepherd."
Once the lamb is free, I wash his wounds and carefully wrap around his body, strips of cloth torn from the hem of my garment. I then tend to the numerous cuts I have on my own arms and hands. Carefully lifting the frightened lamb, I whisper, "It's okay, little one, you're going to be just fine....I only wish I could say the same thing about myself."
