My God, My Soul Restorer

Psalm 23

King James Version (KJV)

23 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.

3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the 

Lord for ever.

It had been a while since my husband took me to the ocean.  I believe the last time was before the house of the level path, before the Rheumatoid Arthritis diagnosis, before Carpal Tunnel surgery, before the little house under the weeping willow, and before the foreclosure.  I had gotten afraid that I'd never be able to get back my favorite place on the ocean that restored my soul.  I knew it would require a short hike, stepped from a bluff, to the beach, then  a scramble over the latest driftwood logs that had come ashore.  I didn't know if my diseased joints would handle it; but how I've longed to go back!   Today my husband, a faithful weather checker, discovered that sun would be there today and offered to drive me.  Handling both the dogs and me with my iPad he gently guided me down and over the great driftwood logs onto the sweetly wet sand that was so easy on my bones.  It was glorious!  It was as if God has cleared my history, emptied my cache and hit the refresh button on my spirit.  As we drove away, my husband asked, "Was you soul restored?"

Yes, yes, it was.  My Jesus leads me to waters made for me.