Sunday was shearing day at the farm. As the shearer did the necessary job of removing the year’s wool from each my sheep. I found myself looking at each one and thinking how much I cared for them.
As each one came in the barn for his or her turn I often found myself thinking “there’s so and so, she’s my favorite” and then “no, this one is my favorite”. After a while of trying to decide which animal was my favorite it occurred to me that each one was my favorite for different reasons. Kara is my favorite because she is such a good mom. She once took in a lamb that was rejected by her mom and cared for her as her own.
Pebbles is my favorite because she was once so wild but now she comes right up to me for a rub. Grace is my favorite because my husband saved her from a dog attack.
You know, I really think that is how God looks at us.
“Oh yeah, she’s My favorite…she always takes time to talk to Me….”
“See him? He is my favorite! He is really has a heart for My word….”
“She’s My favorite for sure! She may stumble but she gets right back up. I love how she doesn’t give up.