Winter Lamb
Maybe we are all winter lambs a little odd, a little lonely, and maybe a little lost. Maybe we are all wandering through places, looking for somewhere we can belong. Because sometimes, when the world feels cold, all we need is a hand to hold. We wander. We stumble. We lose our way. And still, we keep searching, trying to find our way back to the flock. Though we may be cast aside, though we may be the ones who walk a little slower, who are a little different, who are still learning how to find our footing we hope there is a flock that will let us be. A flock that does not mind if we are a little odd, a little weak, a little scared, a little lost. A flock that sees us stumble and reaches out a hand, instead of watching us fall. A flock that waits when our little legs grow tired, instead of walking away. Because maybe belonging was never about being the strongest lamb, or the one who never falls. Maybe a flock is simply a place where winter lambs can rest their heads, feel a little warmt...
