The Lord is my shepherd.Tender and patient, picking me up when I fall and pulling me away from dangerous places. Never leaving or forsaking His silly sheep.
I shall not want.
I should ponder that one a while.
He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside quiet waters.
Even when I don’t want to, when I’m too caught up in the busyness—He catches my hand and says, “Hey—be still. Look at the sunlight filtering through those tender new blades of green grass. Listen to the birds, their carefree songs. Remember Me and who I am. Rest.”
He restores my soul.
Over and over. Forgiving me, washing me clean. Sometimes it’s hard to grasp that He will really make me clean and new…again.
He guides me in paths of righteousness for His name’s sake.
What a comfort. And it’s for His sake, not just mine. That’s reassuring, somehow.
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.
Makes me think of this post from a few months ago.
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.
He blesses us and provides for us even in the face of difficulties and opposition. He treats us as His princes and princesses, His sons and daughters. He has made that who we really are.
Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life.
So I can be not afraid.
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
good job.