“The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want.
He makes me to lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside the still waters.
He restores my soul. He leads me in the paths of righteousness for His name’s sake.
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will 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 runs over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.” (Psalm 23 NKJV)
It has now been 30 years since my husband asked me if I knew the 23rd Psalm and we began to say it together each night, after devotions and before bed. It was difficult for me to pick it up by myself and yet the time came when the difficulty, the pain of doing it alone, seemed to leave. I was able to go solo with it.
When I have had hard days this part of God’s Word seems to have a well-worn path for me. It is comfort-food. It is what is snatchable when you are in a fog-generated time, as I was this morning.
It is Saturday. The first Saturday of 2018. I had my coffee mid-morning outside as I watched a pick-up truck remove furniture from JT’s. I had forgotten. Years past there was a kind, or rather a “color” of furniture that was called “blonde furniture”. You know. Like Cherry wood, walnut wood or mahogany wood. I watched a bed, rocker/recliner, desk and chair, and a few other items of furniture being strapped in. Then the truck drove off.
Prior to an incident that happened to me in early December, I was having breakfast with three lovely little ladies – all in their mid 90’s. I would get their coffee and water for them and help them from their walkers to their chairs and receive a hug from each one. There was Edna, Pauline and Rena. Pauline had a g’son with whom she was very close. When he and his wife had their baby in December, he called her while his wife was in labor to let her know they were en route to increasing their little family. Pauline had had the bad bug that was/is going around and so they decided they would bring the baby girl for her to hold in a couple of weeks. One time, yet at the hospital, the little girl developed the hiccups so he called his g’ma and told her to listen and so he held his phone close to her little mouth and Pauline tugged at her receiver to receive every bit the sound of those little hiccups. So blest. So wonderful. So excited about being able to hold the baby soon.
But it was not to be. This past Thursday, Pauline passed away having fought the “bug” teeth and toenails but to no avail. No. She did not get to know that she had held the baby girl, her little g/grand-daughter. But her g/son will know that she did because before his g/ma is laid to rest, his little girl will lay close to her heart for a few moments in time.
Then last night another “tug at my heartstrings”. We have coyotes at night. No one with a dog wants to go out either late or early for walks. But. There are dogs who are on their own and coyotes who know only too well when the prey is around. Last night we heard the coyotes and we heard the dog crying out for help that was not there. And soon, there was silence as the coyotes were only growling in between their “feast”.
Od was asleep but I got him up, gave him a treat and held him tightly. He would never know what the background was for my interrupting his sleep, but he knew he was loved. And he returned to his warm little mat, his blanket and the little eyes shut once again.
“The Lord IS my Shepherd……………………………I shall not want” (Psa. 23:1).
The first week of January 2018 is now finished.
In His care. Marge