Dear child Every person that you come across is my sheep. They have not yet encountered their good Shepherd. Each person you struggle to love, the ones that get under your skin. The outspoken ones, the angry ones, the unkind ones , even the ones that say they hate me. They are all my sheep. They need a Shepherd. Most are unaware of their need for me. You’re  my sheep and you recognise my voice. You walk close to me. Keep close, and as you keep responding to my whisper, others