My devotional theme yesterday morning was about resting, and it took me to a familar passage, Psalm 23.
Sometimes things old and familiar can be common and ordinary if we are not careful.
I didn’t need to turn to the Psalm. I’ve known it by heart since a child, learned in Children’s Church when rewards were given for memorizing. Whatever works, and it worked for me.
As I quoted the verses by heart, I noticed afresh how they speak of resting.
The Lord is my Shepherd. I have all I need. I don’t have to concern myself with working for salvation or be consumed with the cares of life.
He makes me lie down. Why is it so hard to cease from our busy schedules and relax, be refreshed?
He leads me beside still waters. The rushing waters are beautiful and powerful, but the still waters invite me in to its gentle flowing.
He restores my soul. How I need this. Jesus tender touch on a weary brow, a heart that is broken, a soul that has drifted.
He leads me in paths of righteousness. This is His path, not one of my own making. His path is the right way.
Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil. Fear has torment and is the enemy’s tool. No matter the place I must go, my Shepherd is with me. He is good and He is strong. He replaces anxiety with His very own peace.
Your rod and Your staff. Comforting tools of the shepherd are there to protect and guard, to guide and rescue.
You prepare a table for me. I love it when someone invites me over, prepares the food, and tells me to sit and enjoy. I am the pampered guest, and I feel loved.
My cup runs over. Not “just enough” but more than enough. Christ’s love is everlasting, His mercies are ever new, His compassion fails not.
Goodness and mercy will follow me. I don’t have to chase them down and beg. They are pursuing me with the graciousness of my God.
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord. Ah, here is the ultimate rest, to be absent from this body and present with my Lord. I am a member of the family and will make myself at home.
Because I will be Home. And nothing says rest to me like home.
P.S. I took this Paslm to heart so much yesterday that I rested from from Sunday grace and technology.