Life. The journey. Rugged, painful, joyful, mundane. The journey. We all need the Shepherd. Nail scarred printed worn hands that wipe tears, repair hopes, gently guiding. Searching for lost, fallen, helpless sheep, desperately needing a kind redeemer. We needy ones, longing for still calm pristine waters. Somewhere to rest from the dirty, grimy loads of reality. Loads of laundry, bills, worries, frustrations, schedules, stress to keep up, and stay ahead.
The Shepherd asks, "Will you give me your load? Can I give you rest?"
His quietness leads, His voice soothes, His touch heals. He gives peace, direction and relief by His still waters. Restorer of souls. Companion true, never leaving nor forsaking. In Him my truest trust. Faithful unfailing father. Souls lover. Eternal friend. Valley navigator. Mountain creator. Defender of weak. True rest. Refuge. The Shepherd.
Weekend Challenge: This weekend find still waters with the Shepherd.
"The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want."