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).

Resurrected. Standing in their midst.
Jesus, the crucified.
Still bearing marks of nails in his hands and feet, the cut of a spear’s entry in his side.
Jesus, who died on the cross. Was buried in a tomb. Now risen. And right before their eyes.
The disciples see. And believe.

Death is the deep shadow.
Chasm of uninvited separation. Abrupt change. And tangible loss.
I miss Mom’s voice. Her hugs. Her laugh. And her interest in every little detail. Her focus on what is true and good. Her enthusiasm for learning and growing. Her love for God, His Word. And her example in faithful prayer.
This week would have been her 93rd birthday on earth.
