The Lord is My Shepherd
This area has miles and miles of stone fences dividing pastures.
To my American eyes, it is so beautiful. (And I also see dollar signs everywhere 💲💲💲 because I see a long stone wall and my mind starts calculating how much it would cost to have one of these built in the United States. First, you would need to purchase stone from a stone company, then you pay to have it delivered, then you pay someone to construct the wall.) I suppose all these stones were just lying around on the ground somewhere close by in the beginning, so that when the first walls were started, it was just a matter of stacking them up. For Free! Of course, over the years, they have been re-stacked and re-stacked. What are they fencing in? Mostly sheep, and some cattle, but mostly sheep. And they are also fencing out predators to keep the herds safe.
So my mind also turns to the familiar scriptures about Jesus being my Shepherd, and being the gate. …Which means that I am a sheep. 🐑 I like that. 😊
Enjoy these photos I have taken all around Scargill in the last week…
Because the Lord is my shepherd, I have everything that I need.
He lets me rest in meadows green and leads me beside the quiet stream;
He keeps on giving life to me and helps me to do what honors him the most.
Even when walking thru the dark valley of death, I will never be afraid, for He is close to beside me, guarding, guiding all the way,
He spreads a feast before me in the presence of my enemies He welcomes me as his special guest
with blessings overflowing, his goodness and unfailing kindness shall be with me all of my life,
and afterwards I will live with him, forever in his home.
(Lyrics from “The New 23rd” by Ralph Carmichael)
Staying close to the Good Shepherd, Audrey. 🐑