A/N: I wrote this while I was at a conference this past summer. These conferences also serve as retreats for myself. This such retreat was week-long, and was in a part of North Carolina with beautiful mountains and woodsy scenery. I'd been struggling with some stuff, and this is what came out when God calmed my despairing heart.
Psalm 23 and Me
The Lord is
my Shepherd,
and He is all I need.
He lets me rest in green
pastures,
He leads me beside peaceful streams.
He renews my
strength.
I will not be afraid,
because You are close beside
me.
Your rod and Your staff protect and comfort me.
My mind
threatens me to explode, as I persist to understand myself.
My
only peace is to halt, and listen to the babbling brook.
She
speaks reassurances that though there is much to worry about,
only
few things really matter.
She advises to wash my mind from the
consuming parasite,
and let my heart be cleansed of the hurting
entity within.
A fight from within insists on letting the
tsunami of depression
take its course, but the brook calms the
tsunami into a small stream rushing by.
She is a voice from the
Creator, a natural counselor.
She quotes a Psalm straight from the
mouth of the One.
She also says to let calm reign inside and let
the calm's Creator
take care of it. My life is like Play-Doh in a
Child's hands,
the Child an expert in smoothing its rough edges to
perfect His creation.
I am loved.