The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures; he leads me beside still waters;
he restores my soul. He leads me in right paths for his name’s sake.
Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I fear no evil; for you are with me; your rod and your staff— they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord my whole life long.
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The dictionary definition of "sublime" is: "of such excellence, grandeur, or beauty as to inspire great admiration or awe." This psalm is sublime. Walk with it and immediately we are walking with God and we can't imagine wanting to be anywhere else. Surrounded with abundance for all our senses, we are restored and heading in the right direction. The honesty of darkness and reality of fear are faced with a new courage created by our walking companion. We are drawn to gather at the table with those who have troubled our journey and that too, feels exactly right. All that is good is never far away and extends beyond the bends in the road ahead. Beautiful. Just beautiful.
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For the gift of prayers that teach us how to breath again, Lord, we give you thanks. Amen.
Deb Grant, resilient child of God, creative tinker of paper, ink, wood, shiny things, paint and words. The human amusement of a parrot and a dog.
Writer, poet, artist, human, citizen, learner, scruffy, goof.
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