The Shepherd's Lamb

Yesterday evening, my grandma passed away.  Very peacefully, with all of her children surrounding her, she took her last breath here on earth and was welcomed into Jesus' outstretched arms.  She lived a long life, and last night her prayer was answered -- to be united with Christ her Savior.

My grandma was a feisty gal -- she always spoke her mind; you never had to wonder what she was thinking.  She loved her family fiercely, and loved being surrounded by them.  Her laugh was infectious, and when she was excited, she raised her hands up in glee.  She loved the sunshine, gummy bears and stuffed animals.  She loved to fish and play cards (and help everyone she was playing with!) She was always cold -- I have vivid memories of her standing on the floor register when we would visit.  She never asked for much and was content with what she had.  She was a lovely lady, and she will be missed by everyone who knew her.

Yesterday morning, my dad played several of my husband's homilies for my grandma.  I don't know what she was able to hear, but one of the homilies was the one on Good Shepherd Sunday.  His homily ended with the hymn below, one of my very favorites.   I love all the "shepherd/sheep" hymns -- the imagery of Jesus as our shepherd is so comforting. 

 "I am the good shepherd.  The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep."  John 10:11   

Jesus, the good shepherd, laid down his life for my grandma, his little lamb.  And she knew it!  Her shepherd called her by name, guided her and took care of her every need.  And when her time on earth came to a close, he enfolded her in his arms.  What a God we have!  Grandma's earthly struggles have come to end -- victory in Jesus is hers!

 I am Jesus' little lamb,

Ever glad at heart I am;

For my Shepherd gently guides me,

Knows my need, and well provides me,

Loves me every day the same,

Even calls me by my name.

Day by day, at home, away,

Jesus is my Staff and Stay.

When I hunger, Jesus feeds me,

Into pleasant pastures leads me;

When I thirst, He bids me go

Where the quiet waters flow.

Who so happy as I am,

Even now the Shepherd's lamb?

And when my short life is ended,

By His angel host attended,

He shall fold me to His breast,

There within His arms to rest.