God brought Psalm 23 across my desk twice today.
First of all, I sang one of several adaptations of the psalm in my hymnbook. Secondly, a friend sent me an acrostic.
I didn’t make the connection until just now, thinking about what to write today. Do I need God to write it across the sky with lightning? Hopefully not.
I won’t write about the valley of the shadow of death. Yes, even there, He has led us into and through the shadow of Jolene’s death. But tonight I don’t want to dwell in that dark place.
Instead, I’ll cling to the promise of still waters. What do they look like?
A puddle of moments when my thoughts are aimed at happier times, like my new grandchild, the upcoming visit with my son and his family, opportunities to promote my book (and write more!)
Friends who call, who write, who pray in silent, secret battle on our behalf.
Long hours of dreamless sleep.
Stories that lift me out of the moment and make me look at the world in a new way.
Those are a few of my still waters. What are some of yours?