the Lord is my shepherd, he guides, provides, protects and corrects me, his little lamb.
I will not lack what I need. He leads me to still, quiet restful places. (his yoke is easy). He restores my tattered and stretched soul to wholeness. He guides me to the way to be in right relationship with Him (to walk humbly, simply with my God) because I am His, I bare his name, and because of who He is. Yeshua...Jehoveh Saves. Yes, I will walk through dark, hard times..times that kill my soul, times where I might fear that all faith is lost, blown as dandelion seeds on the wind. When I am afraid, I trust in Him, my shepherd, looking up to His face from the crook of his arm. I will not fear evil...He carries a rod and a staff. The very thought, brings me comfort. He feeds and tends me, as the wolves circle outside his pasture. He heals my wounds with the annointing of His Spirit and protects me. He fills my soul, until it spills over. Surely, the goodness by which my Shepherd takes actions on my behalf, and the mercy that fills His eyes, as he looks on His lamb, will sustain me all the days of my life. And one day, he will welcome me into His home, to dwell forever.
in his flock a day, a decade, or a lifetime, I am still a lamb dependent on my shepherd. He is strong in my weakness.
My grandma was ushered into the presence of her King and Shepherd this morning as we were all still asleep.....to dwell in His home forever.
O God, I have tasted Your goodness,
and it has both satisfied me
and made me thirsty for more.
I am painfully conscious of my need of further grace.
I am ashamed of my lack of desire.
O God, the Triune God,
I want to want You;
I long to be filled with longing;
I thirst to be made more thirsty still.
Show me Your glory, I pray,
so I may know You indeed.
Begin in mercy a new work of love within me…
Give me grace to rise
and follow You up from this misty lowland
where I have wandered so long.
In Jesus’ name. Amen.
Some would gather money Along the path of life Some would gather roses, And rest from worldly strife. But I would gather children From among the thorns of sin, I would seek an ebony curl, And a wide and toothless grin. For money cannot enter In that land of endless day ,And roses that are gathered Soon will wilt along the way. But oh, the laughing children ,As I cross the sunset sea, And the gates swing wide to heaven ,I can take them in with me! ~Author Unknown~
“God wins us, not by shouting, beating us up, or starving us into submission, but by asking for an invitation to enter.
We are loved into surrender. The more we accept that he operates out of love for us, the more we will entrust ourselves to him.
Fénelon expresses this truth beautifully: "God is not a spy looking to surprise you. He is not an enemy lurking in the shadows to hurt you. God is your Father who loves you, and wants to help you if you will but trust in His goodness."