I can’t comprehend truly crying out for help and no one responding. Just imagining it makes my chest ache.
I wonder, though, how often the sheep in my life have asked for help … and I’ve missed it. It may have been because of a simple misunderstanding due to a less-than-candid request, or, more likely, because I was more caught up in my own agenda or thoughts than theirs.
I’m grateful The Good Shepherd never misses a cry for help from His sheep.
The eyes of the Lord watch over those who do right; his ears are open to their cries for help.
His ears are open.
He always hears. He always loves. He always comforts. He always provides. He always protects. He’s always present. Even when His sovereign response isn’t what we had requested. Or His perfect timing doesn’t match our schedules.
David knew it, and it brought him comfort. Moses knew it, and it brought him solace. Stephen knew it, and it brought him peace, even during a tortured death.
How open are our ears to the sheep around us? How often do we hear what we want to hear rather than what they have to say? How many times have they cried out and we’ve missed it?
May we have the ears of The Good Shepherd, His heart, His eyes, His view of the sheep.
After all, the sheep are sacred. And we have a responsibility to heed their cries.