Let’s just say it’s been one of those days. And for me, I think the best thing to do right now is to dwell on some poetry that speaks to my heart. In The Message I’ve just found a paraphrase of the 23rd Psalm, which brings comfort to my weary soul…
“God, my shepherd! I don’t need a thing. You have bedded me down in lush meadows, you find me quiet pools to drink from.
True to your word, you let me catch my breath and send me in the right direction.
Even when the way goes through Death Valley, I’m not afraid when you walk at my side.
Your trusty shepherd’s crook makes me feel secure.
You serve me a six-course dinner right in front of my enemies. You revive my drooping head; my cup brims with blessing.
Your beauty and love chase after me every day of my life. I’m back home in the house of God for the rest of my life.”
I’ve lived long enough to know that dark emotions come… and they go. But when I allow myself to soak in the truth that God loves me – deeply – and that he truly does look after me, even if everything seems to be giving way – I find refreshment and hope to keep going. The words above help me visualize God’s nurturing, comfort, provision and protection. He hasn’t let me down. He is right beside me, and he’ll offer direction and insight as I rest on him. I am not afraid. He is the Good Shepherd, who takes care of his sheep. He lifts my head in his direction… and he blesses me with himself – his love, his beauty, his peace… and ultimately, his eternal home.