A Story of a Broken Lamb

There once was a little lamb and it was stupid. It had a head full of dreams and desires that would constantly lead him outside the fold. 

There was a crafty wolf, he looked for the ones who would wander astray, they always tasted the best. 

The lamb saw some fresh grass apart from the fold and ran over to eat it. 

The wolf snuck behind the lamb, its mouth wide open to swallow it whole. 

The shepherd took his rod and bashed the wolf’s head in. It howled in terror as it scampered away. 

The shepherd knelt towards the sheep and shook his head.

“You’ve run from me consistently little one. It seems that you think you know better than I.”

The little lamb nodded and bleated with glee. 

“It pains me to do this, but I want you to be safe.” 

The shepherd knelt and brought his rod firmly against the lamb’s leg. It snapped instantly. The lamb bleated in pain, but the shepherd was quick to pick him up and put him on his shoulders. 

“I didn’t want this for you.” 

He brought the lamb back and placed him with the others. The lamb tried to stand up and go back to the grass he had spotted. Yet the pain in his leg was too severe, he dropped to the ground. 

Tears fell from the lambs' eyes, his desires died as he lay there on the grass. 

The shepherd came back to the lamb and placed his hand on its head.

“Look at where I’ve placed you dear lamb.” 

The patch of grass he was laying on was vibrant. No other animals were fighting for it, and there were no predators around. There was even a small stream nearby that the lamb was neglecting to acknowledge. 

“You have all you need dear one. Stay here.” 

The lamb’s tears stopped. He knew he was wrong, yet he didn’t want to admit it. 

Days turned into weeks. Many weeks passed as the Shepherd would guide the fold to the next meadow to graze. Each time he would pick up the Broken Lamb and place him where he had everything he needed. 

There came a day when the lamb’s leg was strong yet again. It stood up and jumped around in joy. The Shepherd saw the glee and rejoiced with it.

“This time of healing was necessary, now the choice is yours, will you flee or stay near Me?”

The lamb looked out past the fold and saw such beautiful grass and a babbling creek. The adventure intrigued him, yet he walked over to the shepherd and placed its head on his knee. 

“You chose well.”