🕊️ When the Shepherds Speak Peace

(Jeremiah 23, Love, and Letting the Lord Sort It Out)

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A few days ago my cousin’s sweet wife texted me.
She said her dad wanted her to listen to President Nelson’s funeral.
She did—and it stirred her up inside.
Then a friend sent her Jeremiah 23, and suddenly the chapter made sense in a way she’d never seen before.

It’s a hard place to be—loving your dad, respecting leaders, and yet feeling that quiet ache in your spirit that says, “Something isn’t right here.”

💔 The Tender Spot of Loyalty and Love

I told her I understood.
My dear wife and I have walked that same road—trying to honor family and still follow what the Lord is whispering in our hearts.
It’s not rebellion.
It’s reverence for the real Voice behind all the voices.

The hardest test of faith isn’t always disbelief; sometimes it’s believing the Lord’s voice above every other when it means walking a quieter, lonelier path.

📖 What Jeremiah 23 Really Says

Jeremiah saw it centuries ago:

“Woe to the shepherds who destroy and scatter the sheep of my pasture.”

He said the Lord would gather the flock Himself and raise up a Righteous Branch—Christ—not an institution.

He also warned about leaders who would cry, “Peace, peace,” while the Lord was calling the people to repentance.
That pattern hasn’t changed.
Even respected men—yes, even President Nelson and President Oaks—sometimes spoke and speak comfort when the Lord is stirring the world awake.

That doesn’t mean we reject or condemn them.
It means we seek truth with gentleness.
It means we love deeply enough to listen to the true Shepherd, even when His voice leads a different way.

💬 What I Told My Cousin’s Wife

I told her, “You love your father. You honor him by following the Lord he taught you to trust. You can love him fully and still walk with Jesus when your path starts to look different.”

We can’t fix everything; we can only hand it all to the Lord.
He’s the only one who can separate truth from tradition without breaking a heart.

🌿 Where It All Points

At the end of the day, this isn’t about funerals or titles.
It’s about the living Christ—the Shepherd who still calls His sheep by name.
He’s gathering them Himself, quietly, gently, one heart at a time.
And when you hear that call, you’ll know.

“My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me.” — John 10:27

So be kind.
Love deep.
And listen closer than ever before.

❤️ The Calm After the Stirring

We’re all feeling the shaking of Babylon, the shifting of things once thought solid.
But underneath it, there’s still that gentle Voice saying,

“Be still, and know that I am God.”

That’s where I’m resting my heart tonight.
Not in arguments.
Not in titles.
But in the fire that burns quietly within—the Voice that never lies.

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