Sheepish

     I sometimes resent the idea that the Bible calls believers sheep.  You will never hear cheerleaders yelling, "GO MIGHTY SHEEP!!".  Sheep have few natural defenses and lots of natural stupidity. Lambs are cute, but even more helpless.  I am a Lamb, and today I was sheepish.  When my older son was a teenager, he would sometimes arrive home after school halfway through an argument with me that I didn't even know about. I'm not crazy about arguing, although I do it rather well, but if I'm having an argument, I would at least like to be let in on it.  I have also had this experience with my husband who will sometimes play both parts, filling in what I am thinking and saying for me.  Eventually, he will notice my silence and I tell him that if he is going to play my role, there is no need for me to participate.
     Today it was my turn. Our youngest son has been without employment for a couple weeks.  He already has a job lined up, but wanted to finish some side work first. Side work for an auto mechanic involves autos.  Since the only place he has to work on them now is our garage, the side work is stacked in our driveway making it look like we are having a perpetual party.  Our son has been working on them, but he is cramming an eight hour shift into two or three days and I started stressing about it.  Today my little sheep brain began playing worst case scenario about all the things that could go wrong if he didn't start the other job soon, and I mentally delivered several renditions of the same lecture.  I am not a worrier by nature, and I must not do it right because some people make it a calling and I don't enjoy it at all.
     So this afternoon, in walks the object of all my concentrated efforts, who tells me he has a call in to the guy with the lift truck to help move his tool boxes because he is starting the new job this week.  Then he tells me about his financial plan which includes all the good stuff we taught him and that he'll be back tomorrow to work on cars.  What a gyp!  All that good lecture material wasted.  And me, sheepish, but so thankful for the silence of the Lamb.