The Psalm of the Shepherd
I find myself with a tender heart, not soft like a
grandmother’s hug but soft and pliable as uncalloused feet – prone to blisters
and thorns.
Ouch! That
hurts.
When I feel the sting of a briar in my heart, I have found
great comfort in seeking the balm of the Shepherd found in Psalm 23.
Join me in praying the Psalm below.
The Psalm of the Shepherd
God is my Shepherd. God guides, shields, meets my
needs.
God encourages me to lie down in lush pasture - nourishing
me.
God leads me beside still and quiet waters.
I am still and at peace, I’m refreshed and restored.
I’ve been called by God’s name.
Even though I might walk in sunless, shadow-filled
valleys,
full of the threat of death -
even then, I don’t have to be afraid.
God’s rod and staff protect and guide, comfort and console.
God sets a table with a feast in the midst of this
valley
even when my troubles, suffering, and anxieties,
press all around.
God anoints me,
God refreshes me,
God pours the oil of blessing over my head.
It runs down my head,
my cup overflows,
I have all that I need and more.
Surely this goodness, mercy, and unfailing love will follow
my steps,
all the days of my life.
And all the mistakes I’ve made and all the ways I’ve gone
wrong and all the ways I’ve fallen short will be healed - they will be redeemed
and used for good.
And I will abide all my days in the house, in the
presence of the Lord.
God, we ask that your balm of mercy fill in the cracks of
our soul and minds. Heal the hurts that we’ve caused and those that we’ve
received. You are Enough. Be our Enough.
We rest in you.
Amen

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