I have have thought and thought on “green”. Racked my brain to come up with something. Then this came to mind:
“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…”
The 23rd Psalm has been my go-to psalm for most of my life. I memorized it as a child in Sunday School and recite the King James Version of it to myself when I’m scared, sick, upset, sad, depressed, or having doubts of any kind. The passage encourages me greatly. I am so thankful for the promise that my Father in Heaven Has made…that He will lead me, restore me, comfort me, prepare a table for me, anoint me, and allow me to dwell in His presence forever someday.
As someone who has experienced the death of both parents and a child I have indeed walked through the valley of the shadow of death. It is such a blessing to know that my Shepherd came alongside me through the valley…that He was faithful to His promise in this psalm. I would highly recommend this psalm be memorized – as it can be used through one’s lifetime to get us through to that glorious day when there will be no more tears or sorrow and we will spend all of eternity with Jesus.
I was thinking that since my last post was a real downer that maybe this time I should lighten things up a wee bit. My family tree is…how shall I put this kindly?…chock full of nuts. We are quite a nutty bunch. Boy howdy, do I have stories to tell!!! I’m gonna tell you just one. I was telling Marisa that I spent so much time at funeral homes growing up that it permanently scarred me. The deceased would lie in state for two or more days while friends and family milled around talking. People would sit in the same room as the casket and talk about the dearly departed. There was so much food brought in for the family that you could pretty much eat nonstop for the entire time the viewing was taking place. After we ate most of us would head out to the little porch on the back of the funeral home – the adults would smoke and the kids would cut up and play. We would all then be herded back inside to sign the remembrance book and head home for the evening, but not before standing in front of the casket and snapping some pics. What the heck?!?! Our parents would drag us back the next morning for either another day of viewing or for the funeral service. Please tell me I’m not the only kid that was subjected to this experience.
I dearly love my family…nuts and all.