I find it ironic that I had planned to talk a lot the broken shepherd today. I scheduled my 12 days of Christmas posts way back during thanksgiving break.

My computer crashed today.

Funn.

Currently it’s drying out. Hopefully it will be okay. *Praying hard*

Anywho, today I was supposed to talk about the broken shepherd.

You see, when I was little my family had a porcelain nativity scene. While my mom would read to me, I would play with the porcelain people… In our Christmas tree.

It was great fun. I would make little nests with the branches for Mary and Joseph and Jesus and then have the shepherd and sheep visit them, followed by the wisemen.

One day, the shepherd decided he would like to try skydiving.

So he kinda sorta dove off the tree and, um, broke.

His head was no longer attached to his little porcelain body.

Well, with a little hot glue the shepherd was back together. And I was forbidden to play with the porcelain people in the tree ever again.

A few years later, my brother got a plastic Little People nativity set from Santa. I guess Santa didn’t want us to break another shepherd.

My point is, sometimes shepherds break, but it isn’t the end of the world. His head may not be perfect ever again, but he will be whole.

I think it’s like that with people too. Sometimes we fall and break, but God picks us up and dusts us off and glues us back together.

He makes us whole again.