Nudged by the Shepherd

Rosalynn LasleyFaith, MotherhoodLeave a Comment

Last night I couldn’t sleep.

That alone seems strange to me, considering I have a newborn baby, and I’m utterly exhausted. I spent a majority of my day looking forward to when I could finally collapse into bed for the night, but when that time finally came, I was restless. 
My entire family was sound asleep, and had been for a while, but not me. My mind was too busy, and my heart a little discontent to sleep. I thought about how tired I was going to be if I didn’t hurry up and get to sleep before the baby was up again, but that only made matters worse. 
I thought about that idea of counting sheep when you can’t sleep, and that’s when I felt the nudge from the Shepherd. 
In a last ditch effort to calm my restless heart I prayed. I laid there and talked with God for who knows how long, and before I knew it, my heart was calm. I talked to him about what was causing me to be restless, I talked to him about my family. I lifted up things friends had asked me to pray about, and I even found an unusual urge to pray for someone who had hurt my heart. It was during that dark, still of the night that I realized I was restless and unable to sleep because I have been so busy, this was the only time I had for God. The shepherd nudged me, His sheep, because He wanted to direct me, and He wanted us to spend some time together. 
Today I looked up a few things about herding sheep and learned how similar I am to these animals. 
Sheep are easily startled or freightened, and when scared they will run amok. 
Sheep have terrible depth perception and can hurt themselves very easily if not guided in the right direction. 
Predators seek to harm sheep because of their gentle nature.

Sheep are safest with a shepherd. 
I’m a sheep.
When I’m freightened my heart runs amok.
My vision is very narrow, and I often end up hurt when left to run in my own direction. 
I too am safest with my Shepherd.
“The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he refreshes my soul. He guides me along the right paths for his name’s sake. Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.”
Psalm 23:1-4 NIV
“Come, let us bow down in worship, let us kneel before the Lord our Maker; for he is our God and we are the people of his pasture, the flock under his care. Today, if only you would hear his voice,”
Psalm 95:6-7 NIV
“My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; no one will snatch them out of my hand.”
John 10:27-28 NIV
Do you struggle with being restless sometimes? Maybe that’s the shepherd nudging you…
In His Love,

About Rosalynn Lasley

I’ve been happily married to my high school sweetheart more years of my life than believable. It’s true what they say, time flies when you’re having fun. God has blessed us with 4 children, 3 we have the pleasure of raising, and one waiting for us in Heaven.

I have always enjoyed writing but my call to ministry came during some of my most difficult times thus far. Writing for Alaska Christian Women’s Ministry helped me start to make sense of all that God has been walking me through, even when sometimes it’s messy and painful. I never realized that telling my story, even the ugly parts, could be encouraging to other women until I started writing. It’s true that God will make beauty from ashes, you just have to let Him.

My writing is often serious, and sometimes heavy in nature, but in real life I’m usually the complete opposite of serious. I LOVE TO LAUGH, and say that humor is my unofficial spiritual gift. I’m fairly awkward when first meeting someone, but if I can make you laugh then I think we’ll end up being excellent friends. I’m certain that my husband is the only person on earth that doesn’t think I’m all that funny. If I can make him laugh, I’m a happy girl!

I have the blessing of serving in the junior high ministry at my local church, and find it such a joy hanging out with those smelly young people, week after week. They bless my heart far more than I could ever bless theirs in the short amount of time we meet each week.

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