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The Lord is my Shepherd...

I gave a little talk to the Montalban moms (and dads) today, about Psalm 23 and the Gentle Shepherd who pastures His sheep. I am one of them - one of those stupid sheep who needs eternal guidance lest she fall off a cliff or wander into the jaws of a ravenous wolf or tip over and find herself unable to get rightside up again.

I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood...

I've been a little lost lately. God has taken me to so many new places, and seemingly He has allowed me the freedom to explore the vastness of His new territories, so I'm suddenly at a loss as to where I belong. At least I know to WHOM I belong. Over an "accidental" one-to-one dinner last night, Kuya JD asked me about my plans to venture into foreign lands, and suggested that I may be grounded enough in God, unlike the other times I set my foot on alien soil, to thrive and prosper abroad. I have had many opportunities to make a living elsewhere; and actually LIVE elsewhere, but thus far nothing has felt quite right. As I told Kuya, it would be relatively easy - a no-brainer in some situations - to qualify as and get a good paying job as a lawyer in the West, get married to some blond, blue-eyed Yankee (erm, cough cough), and earn the million-peso equivalent of a few piddling dollars. But I've chosen not to do so. All these things are no longer in the game plan of my life.

But being sent out into the nations, for His greater glory, seems to be. And where I will be sent out -nations, provinces, next-door barangays - is a question left to be answered. I know that my Shepherd will guide me to the green pastures where I am to graze, and perhaps where I am to help Him shepherd His flock. Even now, I can feel that He is taking me to a new level of discipleship; to a new arena where I can be of use to Him. Where exactly is yet to be determined. But His will be done. :-)