Morning

I found her lying in a pool of her own blood, cast in her stall,my precious ewe named Morning. She was old and I realized she had banged her head with repeated force over and over again trying to right herself, but she couldn't get up. Her many strokes over the past year had left her weak in her hind quarters and frail even on good days and now-this! She looked stiff and dead as I climbed over the stall side wall. Reaching down, I found she was still breathing. I lifted her bloody body to a correct position and saw her swollen eye and damaged ear. She was still alive-still breathing. I washed her wounds and put antibiotic ointment in her swollen, damaged eye.
Oh Lord, how many times have You come down to step over the wreckage of my life and found me wounded almost beyond repair and You have held my head up and noticed in Your infinite love that I was still breathing in the sense that my prayers were still ascending to Your throne of grace. I praise You for the text in Your Word that speaks to me:

"Then I passed by and saw you kicking about in your blood and as you lay there in your own blood I said to you. 'Live.' Later I passed by and when I looked at you and saw that you were old enough for love, I spread the corner of my garment over you and covered your nakedness. I gave you my solemn oath and entered into a covenant with you declares the Sovereign Lord, and you became mine. I bathed you with water and washed the blood from you and put ointment on you and dressed you in fine linen" Ezekiel 16:6,8,9 NIV