I had my feelings hurt today.
My dad told me when I was a kid that nothing hurts as bad as hurt feelings. I’m pretty sure that’s true.
I went in search of some comforting tonight. And so I curled up in that spot at the end of my red couch where God and I have met so many times before, and I opened up my Bible to Psalms 23, a passage I memorized as a child (though in the King James version, of course).
Familiar and comforting.
I love those words.
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.
A shepherd… he protects and provides for His flock.
He makes me lie down in green pastures,
Isn’t that a beautiful, calming picture? Green pastures. I want to go lie there...
he leads me beside quiet waters,
Not the tumultuous waters with rushing currents that suck you under… The shepherd leads His sheep to the quiet waters. Ah.
he restores my soul.
And my soul is in need of restoration.
He guides me in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake,
Because sometimes I choose for myself paths that aren’t so great… clearly.
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.
Thank you Lord. I am safe because You are near.
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.
And its true, isn’t it? An overflowing cup is what we have to look forward to. NOT leftovers. A table. With an overflowing cup.
Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
Goodness and love. It says so right there in God’s word; therefore its true, because everything in God’s word is true.
Goodness and love. I’m looking forward to that.
Sheep, they have it so good…