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by Cindy Wilson
This is the story of a little lamb and how a little boy's love for his
little lamb is compared to God's love for us.
Once upon a time,
there lived a little boy named Michael. He loved God, and was a good
Christian boy. He wasn't like the other kids. He always tried his
best in school and he listened to his Mom and Dad, and never told lies or sassed
them at all. Michael just knew inside that it was right to be that way.
He never complained about helping whenever he was asked, and he always did his
chores when he was supposed to. Michael's Mom and Dad were very proud of
Michael. There weren't many children that they knew of, that were as good
as he was.
Michael and his family lived on a farm and they owned all kinds of animals. It
was Michael's job to feed the chickens in the morning and gather up all the
eggs. Michael's Dad told him that as he got older, he could help him with
bigger chores like helping with the cows and the horses. Michael knew that
animals on their farm were bought and sold all the time but he always wanted
just one, that he could keep for his very own, to take care of all by himself.
He would feed it and give it water and watch it grow. Michael's parents always
told him that he wasn't old enough yet to take care of an animal all on his own.
Michael was a special child. He didn't know why at first, but he knew he was
different from all the other children he knew. He loved to pray, and every
chance he could get, he would go to the garden, or ask if he could go to the
side of the hill so that he could talk to God alone. Michael would tell God
everything he could think of. He was the best friend Michael had, and he
couldn't understand why everyone didn't feel the same way that he did about
God. Michael had heard of some kids that had invisible friends, but he knew
that they were only make believe. He knew that the only REAL invisible friend
anyone could ever have, is God.
Sometimes Michael would tell other children about God, but a lot of them didn't
believe him. He told them how God was always there to listen, no matter what he
wanted to talk about, and no matter where he was or what time it was. If he
woke up in the middle of the night and was scared about something, Michael
didn't go running to his Mom and Dad's room crying. He would just close his
eyes and ask God to keep him safe, and then Michael knew everything was alright
and there was nothing to be afraid of while God was with him.
Whether he was at school, or riding in the car, or riding his bike, Michael took
God with him in his heart, everywhere he went. His friends always made fun of
him because he was a Christian, but he didn't let anything like that bother him,
because he knew in his heart, that he was right about God, and he wanted to be a
good boy, and a good Christian ... forever. Michael just wished that he could
explain to his friends better, what he knew in his heart about God and Jesus.
Then maybe his friends would believe him.
Michael's parents had friends who believed in God, and Michael loved to listen
to them talk about Him. One day he heard them talking about something called
sacrifice. Michael figured out that people in the Bible did this when they
wanted to thank God for something, and it was also their way of saying, "I'm
sorry" to God, when they sinned. They would give God a gift of something that
was the very best of what they had, like the best baby lamb of their flock, or a
baby goat or bull or ram. They would burn it and then watch the smoke go up to
Heaven as they praised God or prayed for His forgiveness for what they did
wrong. Michael remembered stories in the Bible where many people died because
they didn't live the way God wanted them to. Michael didn't understand
everything about sacrifice, but he knew that if he ever could give God a gift,
he would give him the best thing he had.
Michael's Dad gave him a baby lamb for his birthday when he turned seven years
old. He was so happy! Finally, he was old enough to take care of his own
little lamb all by himself. Michael named her Libby and he promised that he
would take such good care of her, that nothing bad would ever happen to her. He
loved Libby so much, he could spot her in the middle of all the other sheep in
an instant. Michael would sneak part of his dinner into his pockets so he could
give it to Libby when they would play together before dark. They would run
through the fields together and go fishing together. Wherever Michael went on
the farm, Libby was always right there by his side. Michael would read to Libby
and sometimes they would fall asleep looking up at the sky as Michael would sing
songs about God to his precious little lamb. It almost seemed like Libby wanted
to sing along with him.
Michael thanked God for Libby each and every day. Libby was more than just a
lamb to Michael ... she was a friend. Michael missed Libby terribly whenever he
was in school or had to go somewhere with his Mom and Dad. He couldn't wait to
get home so he could be with Libby. There was something about Libby that was
different from all the other lambs, and Michael knew there was something special
about her, just like there was something special about him.
day Michael was thinking about all the beautiful flowers in the field that he
and Libby played in. At the end of every summer, the flowers would die, and the
seeds from them would blow away in the wind during autumn. Then in the
springtime, the seeds from the flowers that were there the summer before, would
grow once again into beautiful field flowers. Michael was always amazed at how
God made everything work so wonderfully. He always told Libby whenever he
thought about things like this, and Libby would look up at him with her little
lamb eyes, like she understood everything he said, just perfectly. Michael
wished that his friends understood him as well as Libby did.
Libby grew a little older, she was going to have a baby lamb. Michael took
extra special care of her then, making sure she always had plenty of food and
water, and he made a special place for her in the stable to sleep with a bed of
hay, where none of the other sheep were allowed to go. He even took one of his
old blankets and gave it to Libby to snuggle up with and to keep her warm during
the night time.
and every morning, Michael would say good morning to God when he first woke up,
then he would run out to the stable right after that, so he could see Libby and
make sure she was okay. Michael just knew that he was going to love the baby
lamb just as much as he loved Libby. Then he would have two animals to take
care of. Michael was very happy about the baby lamb and couldn't wait for the
day when it would be born.
was getting closer to the time when she would have her baby lamb. She didn't
play as much with Michael as she used to, and she slept a lot more during the
day, but Michael understood, so he would just sing and read and talk to her
more. Instead of running or taking long walks through the field, they would
walk slower and not nearly as far. If they went fishing, they would only stay
half as long. He knew that soon there would be a baby lamb to take care of and
Libby would be her old self again.
early morning, when Michael went out to the stable to see Libby, he knew
something was wrong. His Dad was there kneeling down and petting her head, and
the look on his face was very serious. She was breathing very hard and making
noises that Michael never heard her make before. "What's the matter with her,
Dad? Is she going to be alright?" Michael asked. Michael's Dad said, "I don't
know, son, there seems to be something wrong. I've seen a lot of lambs come
into this world but I've never heard such a fuss, and it seems like Libby can
barely breathe. I'm just not sure both of them will make it."
Michael leaned down and petted Libby on her head. He could feel tears starting
to fill his eyes. "Everything's gonna be okay, girl", Michael whispered in
Libby's ear. "Don't worry, I'm not going to let anything happen to you."
Michael tried his hardest not to, but soon he started to cry. He had never felt
so sad or so helpless in all of his life.
Michael closed his eyes tight and prayed. "God ... It's me ... Michael. Dear
Lord, Please don't let Libby or the baby lamb die. I promised her that I'd
never let anything bad happen to her. I didn't do anything wrong. Oh, please
God, let them both live."
then, Michael heard a voice whisper softly in his head, "Jesus was my
sacrifice. I didn't do anything wrong either." Michael kept his eyes shut
tight, hoping that God would talk to him more, but he heard his Dad say, "Here
comes the baby, Michael. You best tell Libby you love her now." Michael hugged
Libby and petted her gently. He knew there was nothing he could do for her. He
said softly, "I'll always love you, Libby", then he kissed the top of her head
and felt her stop breathing.
another girl", Michael's Dad said, "She's gonna be just like her mama! Better
take her and clean her up, Michael. Libby needs you to take extra special care
of her little baby now." Michael held Libby's face in his hands and said
"Goodbye, my precious little lamb", as tears streamed down his face.
Michael stood up slowly and took the baby lamb from his Dad's arms, and started
to clean her up. He gave her a bath and dried her off very gently with a
towel. Even though he loved Libby dearly, he felt the new little life in his
arms. She looked just like Libby did when she was a baby lamb. He started
thinking about the flowers in the field and how he had told Libby that sometimes
things have to die before there can be life again.
Then Michael remembered God's voice. Jesus.
Sacrifice. It was all starting to make sense to him now. People sacrificed
lambs in the Bible, so that their sins would be forgiven. And Jesus was God's
Lamb, that He sacrificed for all of us, so that our sins could be forgiven, and
so we could live with Him forever. Now Michael knew why he was special.
Michael thanked God for helping him to understand all that had happened.
Michael couldn't wait to explain to all of his friends, all the things that he
knew now. God had showed Michael in his own life, how he could explain to
people from now on, the reason why Jesus died, and arose, and he knew they'd