Smooth stillness of the water reflecting a sky just turning light. The warmth of the water rises up as a soft blanket against the chilling morning air. He leads me beside still waters. The words of the Psalmist written on my heart now ring forth in my mind. Words of comfort in a world of turmoil.
Think of what the words; "still water" meant to the Psalmist. Living in a barren and desert land, more than likely a herder of sheep; what did this phrase hold for this brother from long ago? When the rains did quench the thirst of the earth, they probably came in torrents causing flash floods and threatening his cherished flock. How he longed lie in pastures of green beside the calming waters as his flock drank and ate of the green grass. How much easier would his life be if this were the case instead of constantly searching for even a scraggy patch of grass through the dry rock and rubble.
He restores my soul. A promise that echoes across the centuries and is even more relevant today. Can we not only believe, but truly have the faith that it takes to put our will and lives in His hands. Not my will but thy will be done.
My cup overflows. Have you checked your cup lately? It is with these words that I review the "cup of expectation" that I hold; Are my expectations realistic? As the Psalmist dreamed of green pastures and still water; what dreams does your cup hold? Some may view their cup as half full, and others as half empty; but as I count the multitudes of blessings that I have received, the cup that I hold overflows. My soul is restored.
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