It is the picture of a sheep fold, high in cold mountains, snow-covered ground, moon large overhead, surrounded by wolves. Wolves, circling, menacing, snarling; vicious and ruthless and terrible.
The picture I see is of a sheep stepping away from the safety of that fold; the wolves immediately respond, attack.
Then, in my mind's eye, always comes the Shepherd. Strong, calm, certain. He chases after the sheep. He runs, as I have not seen any human run. And he fights, for that sheep. The battle does not seem to be a battle with the wolves, but rather with the sheep; and it is a battle of feeling, believing in, love.
That is where my mental picture ends, but the thought that always accompanies this small scene is, "I will fight for you. I will fight to protect you; I Love You."
I love this scripture:
Isaiah 34: ¶Seek ye out of the book of the , and read: no one of these shall fail, : for my mouth it hathacommanded, and his spirit it hath gathered them.
None shall want her mate. None shall fail. What a Shepherd.