After a devotional study of the Hebrew word "shamar"(a primitive root) and its Greek equivalents, which included an in-depth look at most of the scriptures containing multiple nuances of its meaning, I began to mull over various applications.
While taking a breather, I was surprised to find how closely other's thoughts had run alongside of mine. It took the wind out of my "writing sails" when I found this children's picture book had so masterfully captured the wisdom of a "shamar" ~ a hedge placed round about (as with thorns).
As for basing my story on a true story like this one and so poignantly illustrating the necessity of the Loving Shepherd's thorny hedge of protection - how could I say it any better? It even ran with my thoughts on the crown of thorns; but I was still grappling with what that meant exactly, while the author or adaptor had long ago soared ahead with a simple explanation of how a thorny hedge ran semi-parallel with the circle of thorns Christ wore on His brow.
After my meditations had made me a bit more weary, I was humbled to see how glorious - refreshing - child-like, yet, how thorough the full meaning, the imagery, yes, even some of my own thoughts had been presented to me with convicting contrition. Yes! "Tell me the story simply, as to a little child, for I am weak and weary, and helpless and defiled".
Glory to The Lamb which heldfast to the path of the cross for His sheep - He thought little of the shame; His death would usher in the victorious joy of His eternal reign - eternal salvation to all who believe.
Truth wisely crafted can take my breath away, as Solomon's wisdom took Queen Sheba's' away. More importantly, because this timely discovery was on the heels of my own devotional study; It drew the LORD - nearer still nearer- to this needy heart; I wept with thankfulness.
Yes, and Amen, to a story that made me WANT to stay, even nearer, close to Him
~ stay on His level righteous path ~ to remind me of the danger ~ the pain of straying.
Although, in the midst of my thinking to pen a similar story, I felt a bit disappointed that this particular thorny/sharpening labor had been graciously completed for me. Yet, due to the weariness of my way this providential encouragement was just what I needed.
It was from my Loving Heavenly Father!
One day, perhaps, He'll enable me to emulate such an illustrative story, using "shamar", one of its nuances, or a completely different thought; maybe I'll discover I already have such a story, maybe it will spur many more shepherding stories for the little lambs in my life.
"Fold me, O fold me, close to Thy breast (heart); shelter me safe in that haven of rest."