When He Makes You Lie Down

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. He MAKES me lie down ...

That's where I've been, in the green pasture.

I've been here before (more than once). It's a time of rest, renewal and refreshment, but it doesn't start out that way. At first glance I don't even see the pasture. I can only see my circumstances. I am conscience 0f my ill health and I hope to feel better soon.

This time, I've been here for two weeks. Two days ago I realized that I was in the pasture. This strange set of symptoms, that are baffling many, will last until the shepherd determines.

He leads me with gentleness. He loves me. He knows what is best for me.

I missed Thanksgiving Dinner with my family. I missed our "Grandmother's Advent Celebration Breakfast" (a new annual tradition that my mother and I began this year). I missed my grandson's flag football games. I missed a reunion pot-luck with friends.

Finally, I can see that it's good to be back in the green pasture.