The Psalm for next Sunday is Psalm 23. So familiar, right?
How long has it been since you looked it over? For me, it’s far too long. Even if it’s on my regular reading schedule, I breeze through it. The familiar is dangerous territory. We lose sight of the beauty right in front of us.
Even that first verse. So familiar, yet I need to rest in those words again:
“The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing.”
It reminds me of my favorite hymn:
“All I have needed, Thy hand hath provided…”
Do I acknowledge this? Do I rest in this?