The Lord is my shepherd, my guide, my personal trainer, my therapist. My Twitter feed, my source of real news, my true friend. He has the resources to help me through today. To strengthen, inspire and comfort me.
He makes me lie down in green pastures, he lets me breathe, allows me downtime when it’s all getting too much, when I want to give up and throw in the towel; he offers me solace amidst the day’s storms, gives me perspective, calls me to look beyond the madness and misinformation.
He restores my soul. Washes the graffiti from my heart, declutters my mind, helps me to think differently, to act differently. He guides my living, shapes my behaviour, so that the little things I do speak of him and his caring presence.
Life is strewn with those dark valleys, the places that so readily ambush us, cloud our thinking, load us down with fear and despair. Fretting and worry are inevitabilities in life, but your words, your ways can lift our spirits. Put hope back into our day. The world is full of trouble, but you have overcome the world. And you are here, right here, with me, on my side. Helping me, helping us, with our fear.
Wherever we go you are there. In the good places and the bad. In the spiritual places and the ordinary places. Nowhere is beyond your reach, there are no no-go zones for you. ‘Don’t be afraid or deterred,’ you say, ‘for I have called you by your name, and I am with you wherever you go.’
You pursue us with energy and life, won’t give up on us, even though we often want to give up on you. Even though I am often confused and regretful, my head full of doubts and questions. Your kindness and justice, strength and forgiveness, your crucified and resurrected love are with me each and every day. Each and every night. And my life is encompassed in yours. Kept safe. Cherished. Thank you for your patience and kindness. Thank you my Lord, that you know and understand.