Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever. – Psalm 23:4-6
The Shepherd is “hands on.” He stands between us and trouble. He is the bridge that spans the pain of broken relationships. He holds us when we’re feeling beat up by the world and pours Himself into our wounds. While we walk with the Shepherd, we are safe and, even when we stumble, He is there to pick us up.
Flocks are nomadic, being lead from pasture to pasture; some are green, some are rocky. But where the Shepherd is there is home.