|Psalm 23 - A Story
There was once a little girl who was cold and lonely.
One day as she walked
almost aimlessly along the street of the small village
where she lived she
met a Shepherd. The Shepherd looked at her with such
warm, kind eyes. He
said nothing but offered her his hand. Trembling, eyes
moist with tears,
she reached out to take his hand. As she felt the
gentle clasp of his warm,
strong & protective hand over hers she felt at once
The shepherd led her away from the cold, dark streets
of her village out
into the gentle green pastures There he gave her rest
and pasture. She fed
on delicacies she had never even seen before. She
drank from the quiet
stream that watered the pasture. Never had she tasted
such cold, fresh,
satisfying water. This water went deep into her soul,
refreshing the wounded parts that, almost until that
day, she hadn't even
realized were there.
As the days went by the Shepherd continued to meet her
each day and to feed
her and give her rest. He guided her along new paths.
Not all the paths
were easy and beautiful. Some were dark and sometimes
she could feel evil
lurking. But all she had to do was reach out her hand
and she knew the
Shepherd was there and so she did not fear. Sometimes
just the sound of his
footsteps or the thud of his staff on the pathway was
all she needed to find
that blessed comfort.
As time went by she learned to love the Shepherd more
than life itself. Her
greatest desire became to serve the Shepherd, to walk
with him, to talk with
him, just to sit in his Presence and gaze upon his
loving & kind and gentle
One day as they walked down the path she looked ahead
and she saw a glimmer.
As she looked side to side she could see her enemies
surrounding her -
closing in on her--Sickness--Death. But as she looked
ahead the glimmer
began to take shape, to take form. She saw a table.
One like she had never
seen before. Why was it shining? Why did it look so
As she walked closer and closer she hardly saw her
enemies at the side of
the path. She even hardly saw her loved ones either.
As she drew nearer
her heart began to beat a little faster. She felt the
tugging from the
sides, how they seemed to want to hold her back. As
she looked ahead she
became more and more convinced. All she wanted was to
reach the table.
She barely heard the words from the side of the path.
Some were pulling at
her calling her to stay. We love you they said, we
need you. She heard
their voices. A part of her was heart was pulled
toward them but she could
not take her eyes off the Table. And the voices of her
enemies were almost
completely silenced. Fear? Dread? Were they insane?
Just look at that
She could now see the Table and oh, standing there
waiting for her, was that
the Shepherd? But he looked different. What was it?
Now her heart
practically leaped for joy as she got closer. She had
never seen the
Shepherd look like this before. Something felt
strange. She looked down.
What? She had never looked like this before!
Her ragged clothes, her tattered shoes. They were
gone. A long flowing
white robe caressed her skin. And oh her skin! It
felt soft and
unblemished. It practically glowed. Yes it did glow!
Just like the
Shepherd up ahead. Her dream, her goal was here! She
had become like Him!
As she approached the Table she fell to her knees
before the Shepherd, but
he was no longer a Shepherd, but a KING! He reached
down to anoint her head
with a fragrant oil. As the oil flowed over her she ws
with the most incredible sense of love and she knew
that it would be with
her for eternity.
She had reached her journey's end! She would dwell
with her Shepherd ,her
Patty WilliamsMarch 17, 2001