Daughter-of-Aslan
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One of my Christian children's series. I hope you all enjoy it, because I loved writing it down. By the way, I can't really take credit for the story ideas because they're totally from God. Quite literally, I'll sit down and just start writing. So again, thank you Lord for this wonderful gift!
The Littlest Lamb
Far away and long ago, there lived a flock of sheep. The littlest lamb was Rae (shortened from Rachel), and not just the littlest, but also the youngest, and most curious, of them all.
Now all sheep are curious by nature, but Rae had a tendency to get into trouble. However, because she was the youngest and because everyone knew about her curiosity, the elders knew to keep a sharp eye out for her.
“Stay close to the other lambs,” her mother would warn every morning before Rae went out to pasture to play. “Be sure you don’t run past our fields. If you do, the Shepherd won’t be able to find you.
“Yes, Mama.” And after frolicking back for an affectionate nuzzle, the littlest lamb would turn on her hooves and race after the other younglings, the sounds of their small bells jingling as they ran.
One afternoon, while Rae and the rest of the flock happily munched on patches of sweet clover, a butterfly fluttered down from the sky and landed right on the tip of Rae’s nose. She was so surprised that she simply froze, staring cross-eyed at the little bug with the colorful wings. All at once, the wind picked up again and lifted the small creature off her nose and into the air. Delighted, Rae leapt forward to chase after the butterfly as it floated gracefully on the breeze like a kite.
For hours, Rae followed and played with the butterfly before it finally rose high into the air and disappeared from sight. The littlest lamb smiled to herself as her playmate vanished and she turned around to rejoin the other lambs. But when she looked, she found the pasture completely empty. Had everyone left without her? Frightened, she bounded forward, running back the way she’d come, calling for the flock. No matter how fast or far she ran, she didn’t find fleece nor hoof of the others.
Why hadn’t she paid attention to where she was running? Sighing, she flopped down in the long grass of the pasture. Should she stay where she was? If she didn’t run anywhere else, maybe the Shepherd would come find her when He noticed she wasn’t in the stable. But as the sun sank lower behind the hills, Rae began to panic. She hadn’t heard anyone else’s bells all day! What if the Shepherd didn’t notice she was gone? What if no one noticed? Would she have to stay out all night, all by herself? Just the thought of it sent a chill down her back beneath her warm fleece coat.
The lonely howl of a wolf brought Rae leaping to her hooves. She tossed her head this way and that, trying to catch a glimpse of where the beast was coming from, but she didn’t see anything except high grass and trees in the distance.
The rustling of leaves and the snap of twigs made her stomach twist and she jumped forward, her legs moving as fast as possible to carry her away from the sound of the snarling wolf. Its paws pounded against the ground behind her. Rae could hear it pant for breath as it chased after her. It was snapping its awful teeth at her heels, but she kept running.
Up ahead, the pasture suddenly disappeared and all that remained was a steep cliff. She knew that she’d come to the edge of their meadows, but if she stopped, the wolf would surely catch her!
With no other choice, she stopped, but not soon enough. Her hooves slipped on the loose dirt and she skidded over the edge. But to her surprise, she slid down a small hill and suddenly crashed into the back of a large boulder. But the wolf was too big, and it went sailing over her head, missing the protection of the rock she’d landed against. Howling and yelping, its claws scratched against the dirt to save itself from falling, but soon, the sound faded. The wolf was gone.
The littlest lamb huddled against the boulder that had saved her life, too afraid to even look over the edge for fear that the wolf may have survived the fall. While Rae was very thankful to be alive and that the wolf never caught her, she was horribly afraid. Night had fallen now, and stars dotted the sky overhead. It was much colder now that the sun had gone down, and even her wool coat wasn’t enough to keep her warm. Even if the Shepherd noticed she was gone, Rae was sure He would never leave the flock to search for her, especially if there were wolves in the pasture. Tears gathered in her eyes and slid down her fuzzy face before they dropped off the end of her nose. Curling up against the base of the rock, she cried, certain that she would never get home.
It was light around her when she finally opened her eyes again. But when Rae lifted her head, she saw that the sky was still dark with night. Where was the light coming from?
“Rachel!” a Voice from above called. “There you are!”
The littlest lamb looked up. It was the Shepherd! He had come after all, and the light she saw was from His lamp! She could see His face now, and He was smiling down at her as He carefully climbed down to the rock that had saved her life. Rae bleated happily when she saw Him, and soon, He lifted her up and set her back onto the level ground of their pasture.
“I have been very worried about you!” He said.
Rae nuzzled her nose against His face, and He kissed her fuzzy head before He lifted her into His strong arms and laid her across the back of His shoulders. “Let’s go home.” And they did just that.
“If a man has one-hundred sheep and looses one, will he not leave the ninety-nine alone in the pasture to search for the lost sheep until he finds it? And when he has found it, he will lay it across his shoulders, rejoicing.” Luke 15:4-5
THE LITTLEST LAMB. Copyright Ó 2006
Biblical quotation taken from the New International Version.
The Littlest Lamb
Far away and long ago, there lived a flock of sheep. The littlest lamb was Rae (shortened from Rachel), and not just the littlest, but also the youngest, and most curious, of them all.
Now all sheep are curious by nature, but Rae had a tendency to get into trouble. However, because she was the youngest and because everyone knew about her curiosity, the elders knew to keep a sharp eye out for her.
“Stay close to the other lambs,” her mother would warn every morning before Rae went out to pasture to play. “Be sure you don’t run past our fields. If you do, the Shepherd won’t be able to find you.
“Yes, Mama.” And after frolicking back for an affectionate nuzzle, the littlest lamb would turn on her hooves and race after the other younglings, the sounds of their small bells jingling as they ran.
One afternoon, while Rae and the rest of the flock happily munched on patches of sweet clover, a butterfly fluttered down from the sky and landed right on the tip of Rae’s nose. She was so surprised that she simply froze, staring cross-eyed at the little bug with the colorful wings. All at once, the wind picked up again and lifted the small creature off her nose and into the air. Delighted, Rae leapt forward to chase after the butterfly as it floated gracefully on the breeze like a kite.
For hours, Rae followed and played with the butterfly before it finally rose high into the air and disappeared from sight. The littlest lamb smiled to herself as her playmate vanished and she turned around to rejoin the other lambs. But when she looked, she found the pasture completely empty. Had everyone left without her? Frightened, she bounded forward, running back the way she’d come, calling for the flock. No matter how fast or far she ran, she didn’t find fleece nor hoof of the others.
Why hadn’t she paid attention to where she was running? Sighing, she flopped down in the long grass of the pasture. Should she stay where she was? If she didn’t run anywhere else, maybe the Shepherd would come find her when He noticed she wasn’t in the stable. But as the sun sank lower behind the hills, Rae began to panic. She hadn’t heard anyone else’s bells all day! What if the Shepherd didn’t notice she was gone? What if no one noticed? Would she have to stay out all night, all by herself? Just the thought of it sent a chill down her back beneath her warm fleece coat.
The lonely howl of a wolf brought Rae leaping to her hooves. She tossed her head this way and that, trying to catch a glimpse of where the beast was coming from, but she didn’t see anything except high grass and trees in the distance.
The rustling of leaves and the snap of twigs made her stomach twist and she jumped forward, her legs moving as fast as possible to carry her away from the sound of the snarling wolf. Its paws pounded against the ground behind her. Rae could hear it pant for breath as it chased after her. It was snapping its awful teeth at her heels, but she kept running.
Up ahead, the pasture suddenly disappeared and all that remained was a steep cliff. She knew that she’d come to the edge of their meadows, but if she stopped, the wolf would surely catch her!
With no other choice, she stopped, but not soon enough. Her hooves slipped on the loose dirt and she skidded over the edge. But to her surprise, she slid down a small hill and suddenly crashed into the back of a large boulder. But the wolf was too big, and it went sailing over her head, missing the protection of the rock she’d landed against. Howling and yelping, its claws scratched against the dirt to save itself from falling, but soon, the sound faded. The wolf was gone.
The littlest lamb huddled against the boulder that had saved her life, too afraid to even look over the edge for fear that the wolf may have survived the fall. While Rae was very thankful to be alive and that the wolf never caught her, she was horribly afraid. Night had fallen now, and stars dotted the sky overhead. It was much colder now that the sun had gone down, and even her wool coat wasn’t enough to keep her warm. Even if the Shepherd noticed she was gone, Rae was sure He would never leave the flock to search for her, especially if there were wolves in the pasture. Tears gathered in her eyes and slid down her fuzzy face before they dropped off the end of her nose. Curling up against the base of the rock, she cried, certain that she would never get home.
It was light around her when she finally opened her eyes again. But when Rae lifted her head, she saw that the sky was still dark with night. Where was the light coming from?
“Rachel!” a Voice from above called. “There you are!”
The littlest lamb looked up. It was the Shepherd! He had come after all, and the light she saw was from His lamp! She could see His face now, and He was smiling down at her as He carefully climbed down to the rock that had saved her life. Rae bleated happily when she saw Him, and soon, He lifted her up and set her back onto the level ground of their pasture.
“I have been very worried about you!” He said.
Rae nuzzled her nose against His face, and He kissed her fuzzy head before He lifted her into His strong arms and laid her across the back of His shoulders. “Let’s go home.” And they did just that.
“If a man has one-hundred sheep and looses one, will he not leave the ninety-nine alone in the pasture to search for the lost sheep until he finds it? And when he has found it, he will lay it across his shoulders, rejoicing.” Luke 15:4-5
THE LITTLEST LAMB. Copyright Ó 2006
Biblical quotation taken from the New International Version.
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