The Lord is my Shepherd.
And He provides. Leads. Renews. Comforts.
Then I come to the table. His table.
“You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies…” (Psalm 23:5).

The Lord is my Shepherd.
And He provides. Leads. Renews. Comforts.
Then I come to the table. His table.
“You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies…” (Psalm 23:5).

In the close dark, I pray.
Struck by brilliant blue sky and bright sun sparkling on waves.
While fog of spiritual deception cloaks hearts and minds.
This is the most helpless I remember feeling during our sojourn across cultures.

In season and out, His servants speak. Of living hope.
And hope breathes. The bright air of the Kingdom making its way in. Countering air heavy with lies of the enemy.
The spoken gospel speaks. Moves. Reveals the power of God to make alive what is dead.
“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. Because of his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead…” (1 Peter 1:3).
