I want to be a dolphin as one of Earth's most intelligent animal. I see dolphins as the most beautiful and loving animal. They are also braver than I thought, because they can protect swimmers from sharks by swimming circles around the swimmers or charging sharks to make them go away. They are also one of our multitalented animals in the world. They are my favorite.
I want to be a dragon. Yes, a "dragon", a legendary creature that only appears in the myth of many cultures. I'd like to be one neither because of its mystery nor its fierceness and pride that it portrays, but often said they are wiser than humans. They are also being associated with wisdom and longevity, and are commonly said to possess some supernatural power or some forms of magic. And I also wish to posses some kind of sort to be able to do anything with all my might.
I would also wish to be an eagle. Eagles soar above the winds of adversity. They are strong, resilient, and independent. They are everyone's icon and a national symbol of 12 countries (as I've counted it). They resemble those who achieved success in their lives.
I wanted to be like them, however. I am not. Despite of being a human, I am also called to be a sheep, or better yet God called me 'one' and I openly accept that "I AM".
Yes, I am a sheep. A human sheep that is helpless, hopeless, stubborn, hardheaded sheep that easily be attacked by the enemy, the carnivores, the soul and flesh takers. I called them wolves. Wolves never fear the sheep even the sheep’s counterattack when they make their way into the flock, for they know that even the biggest, baddest sheep in the flock can only do very little to defend itself. They can only survive in the wolves’ hunger by the protection from their shepherd and his staff. Sheeps are not fearless, they are passive, notorious followers that mindlessly follow anything that catches their attention, very dependent most specially to their shepherd. They are not even known for their intelligence; they are that stupid, so helpless and in need of guidance... and I admit being one.
I am not actually proud of it, but that's what I am identified with. It deflates my pride and exposes my independence as a myth. However, I am glad to be, because Psalm 23 helped me understand that being one is what God wants me to be. This gave me comfort and reassurance that my life is in line with His. “The Lord is my Shepherd… I shall not want”. He is the Shepherd. Powerful, mighty, sovereign; loving, gentle, tender… and I cannot survive living without Him.
King David admitted what the psalm calls us all to understand. We don’t manage our own destinies; we are not in control of our lives. We don’t even own ourselves. You and I belong to the Lord. He owns us, He is Lord over us. Like a shepherd, He decides what is best for us. (Mark A. Tabb) I want to be a dragon. Yes, a "dragon", a legendary creature that only appears in the myth of many cultures. I'd like to be one neither because of its mystery nor its fierceness and pride that it portrays, but often said they are wiser than humans. They are also being associated with wisdom and longevity, and are commonly said to possess some supernatural power or some forms of magic. And I also wish to posses some kind of sort to be able to do anything with all my might.
I would also wish to be an eagle. Eagles soar above the winds of adversity. They are strong, resilient, and independent. They are everyone's icon and a national symbol of 12 countries (as I've counted it). They resemble those who achieved success in their lives.
I wanted to be like them, however. I am not. Despite of being a human, I am also called to be a sheep, or better yet God called me 'one' and I openly accept that "I AM".
Yes, I am a sheep. A human sheep that is helpless, hopeless, stubborn, hardheaded sheep that easily be attacked by the enemy, the carnivores, the soul and flesh takers. I called them wolves. Wolves never fear the sheep even the sheep’s counterattack when they make their way into the flock, for they know that even the biggest, baddest sheep in the flock can only do very little to defend itself. They can only survive in the wolves’ hunger by the protection from their shepherd and his staff. Sheeps are not fearless, they are passive, notorious followers that mindlessly follow anything that catches their attention, very dependent most specially to their shepherd. They are not even known for their intelligence; they are that stupid, so helpless and in need of guidance... and I admit being one.
I am not actually proud of it, but that's what I am identified with. It deflates my pride and exposes my independence as a myth. However, I am glad to be, because Psalm 23 helped me understand that being one is what God wants me to be. This gave me comfort and reassurance that my life is in line with His. “The Lord is my Shepherd… I shall not want”. He is the Shepherd. Powerful, mighty, sovereign; loving, gentle, tender… and I cannot survive living without Him.
Living as a sheep I humble myself before Him, the Shepherd. Jesus declared this on the thirty-fourth chapter of Ezekiel:
I myself will search for my sheep and look after them. As a shepherd looks after his scattered flock when he is with them, so I will look after my sheep. I will rescue them from all the places where they were scattered on a day of clouds and darkness… I myself will tend my sheep and have them lie down, declares the Sovereign Lord… I will shepherd the flock with justice.
I depend my life upon Him, surrendering everything to Him placing everything I have at His disposal. Wherever He leads me, I will go. His will takes precedence over my agendas.
“The Lord is my Shepherd. No more wandering. No more choosing my own way. The Shepherd is calling; I must follow.”
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