I’ve always considered myself fairly content, of course, I’m not even sure why “content” is even an issue or even what it is.  I’m not even sure why “I’m” even an issue.

Some of the others say I have OCD; though, admittedly, no one has ever defined that label and I certainly cannot define it.  I guess I am just “me.”  This is very convenient since I have no ability to really be anything else but me.

My right hip has been itching again.  I told my people about it and they all just snicker and continue eating.  Granted, I know I am very good at eating; I prefer clover, but long, deeply green grass is as good as candy—whatever candy is!

So there I was, happily and contentedly eating the grass just outside the area where we all sleep.  There was a noise, a rather melodious tone which I recognized but I do not recall ever hearing it before.  Others also heard it—I saw their heads raise up—but many resumed eating.  The sound came again, yet this time I understood it: Come!

I wasn’t the only one, there were others, yet many ignored the sound.  I was drawn to it, it literally resonated through all of who I am.  As I began to move toward it, all who recognized it started moving faster and faster; not to be left behind (and that place on my hip was itching again), I started running too!

There was a man, a man who was calling my name!  He touched me, stroked me and told me I belonged to Him.  I felt so much contentment and love when I heard Him say my name.  I knelt at His feet, I laid my head on His lap, and He uncovered the spot on my hip that had been itching for as long as I could remember.

“He is yours,” a voice told the Man, “there is My mark, My brand on him.”  The Man looked at me and smiled at me.  He said to the Voice, “Can you see the damage done by the wolves and his poor choices?”  

“You know I cannot My Son; Your blood has made him as white as snow.”

I loved this Man.  I loved His Father and there is something in me which lets me know I will always be His.  I now remember all I have read (read?) and recall words from long ago:  

^“My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me. I give them eternal life, and they will never perish, and no one will snatch them out of my hand. My Father, who has given them to me, is greater than all, and no one is able to snatch them out of the Father’s hand. I and the Father are one.” (John 10:27-30 ESV)

I now am forever with this One; I cannot leave and I cannot be lost!