Back there somewhere I wrote
It used to just amaze me. I mean I get thrilled when I pull a lamb -- and once, this is cool, I had one that wasn't breathing, tongue blue and lolling out. I held it so that I knew the airway was open and breathed into its mouth - no lip-lock necessary, D.G., and watches as its tongue turned pink and then finally it started breathing - and ten minutes later was on the teat doing what comes naturally.
I helped deliver my daughter, and then I had to give her injections. After that I got my flock of sheep, and giving them injections and doing ovine obstetrics was not half so scary.It can sometimes be pretty involved, as in, "Hmm, is this a front leg or a back leg .... okay, it's a front leg, where's the other one? Now, can I pull on both legs AND keep the head from flopping back?" Of course one thing we don't tell the non-shepherds is that on some cold nights you thank good that the womb of a ewe is nice and warm and comfortable on the hand.
And when you pull a lamb and it breathes and bleats and you put it in front of mama's face and she begins to clean it off and they talk to each other. Man, THAT is living! But my point which I lost was that to have the incredible privilege of being there when one of God's lambs starts breathing and bleating and talking to God, it's pretty amazing.
INDEED.
Thanks much for your story.
Congrats.