“It’s not crazy, it’s being a shepherdess.”
7 words that set me free as I was rigging up electric fencing at 11pm the other night.
At the end of the day sheep are sheep. Not pigs, not cows, not chickens, not ducks. Sheep are sheep and they need a shepherd(ess).
When I made the decision to buy this flock I had already been managing it for several months.
When I became a shepherdess I did so with the understanding that these sheep will require more of me than any other animal I probably could have chosen.
If I were to retain any other expectation, I would quit.
As I remind myself of that commitment , frustration fades into a sense of duty. I am sure that time and experience will smooth out some of the bumps, but, by the grace of God, I am committed.