I Know My Shepherd’s Voice

Yellow canola fields rolling over miles and miles of hills, crevasses of vast mountains filled with light, wind teaching the leaves how to dance, livestock appear as tiny figures among the fields, birds completely dependent on You, mountains cast shadows on the land below, cows scattered like seeds upon freshly plowed earth, trees deep rooted in rich soil looking up towards the clouds for rain, Your presence singing over me, You the creator of everything.

 

You breathed me into existence. You so delicately etched me into your flawless painting. Every golden hair on my head you placed there, every freckle you so kindly detailed upon my skin. I am becoming a very reflection of you, Father. You formed me in your image. You are renewing my mind, Holy Spirit. You are exposing the deep dark wounds embedded upon my heart and healing them with Your love. Teaching it to beat for You. You are so gently erasing the traces of my old self. My lips sing praises to You for saving me, for sending Your Spirit to make His home within me. 

 

I now thank You for your forgiveness instead of wondering if I am good enough to receive it. I am now so hopelessly in love with You instead of being afraid of what You thought when You look at me. I now look to You instead of the world. I now see You in even the smallest details instead of looking right past them. I am now in complete awe of You instead of wondering if You are there. I now leap knowing Your gentle hand will guide me instead of being restricted by fear. I now know who I am in You instead of seeking validation from others. I am now a daughter of a king. I am now a sheep familiar with her shepherd’s voice.