He Is Our Shepherd
Meditation
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
(Psalm 23:1-3)
How much do I really trust God to direct my path and
supply my needs? God gave me certain talents I used to provide for my family.
However, before I was saved, I coveted my neighbors’ possessions. I wanted the
things they had that I couldn’t afford. When I gave my life to Jesus, I started
to realize how wrong those desires were. I thought I needed a better house, a
newer car, and nicer things in general. Jesus gave me a new heart and I no
longer wanted all those things. I had everything I needed to live because of
his provision.
A good shepherd will guide his flock away from danger
and leads his flock to the best pastures. Some of the things I coveted would
have been dangerous, not physically but spiritually. Additionally, a good
shepherd always walks in front of his flock and his words are what the flock
follows. When I put my faith in Jesus, I was much happier. When I began to follow
his words written in scripture, leading me through the trials I face, I found a
more peaceful life. He helped me realize that what I had, where I was in life,
was where I needed to be. He gave me a feeling of contentedness. He gave me a
place to rest in his pasture.
It wasn’t just my physical wellbeing that Jesus
secured and provided for. Before my salvation, my soul was dead. I didn’t
realize it, but I was blindly moving through life, bumping into one problem
after another. He has restored my soul to new life and made me a new man. With
regular prayer and worship the Lord repaired and rebuilt me into stronger and
more righteous person. The example of my new life, where I’m trying to mimic
Christ’s life, gives praise and glory to the Father who has loved me before I was
even born.
I recently buried my father after a long struggle with
Alzheimer’s Disease. He was a very good man who didn’t deserve the prison
sentence of being lost in his own mind. I asked God, many times why it happened. I
quoted the whole Psalm at his graveside and in the reading, I finally found
peace. God didn’t give Dad that horrible disease, but he did use it to test my
faith. Many times, I wanted to blame him for the torture of watching my father’s
decline, but I kept leaning on him for strength. He provided, and I am thankful.
Prayer Time
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