Lately there’s been a lot of extra activity around my flower pots and garden. Maybe it’s because they all know that cold weather is right around the corner, and aren’t lulled into complacency by the recent heat wave like the rest of us. At any rate, the hummingbirds, butterflies and bees have been busier among my flowers than they’ve been all summer. In fact, they’ve been so absorbed in the accumulation of nectar and pollen that they’ve hardly seemed to mind when I came by with my camera.
Is this what it’s like to hunger and thirst, as the Scripture says, after God and His righteousness? “My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?“ (Psalm 42:2)
“Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled.“ (Matthew 5:6)
“For he satisfies the longing soul, and the hungry soul he fills with good things.“ (Psalm 107:9)
“O taste and see that the LORD is good; How blessed is the man who takes refuge in Him!” (Psalm 34:8)
I want to be like these little creatures.
Not lulled into complacency by the fleeting comforts that surround me. Not distracted by those who stand at the sidelines looking on. Free of the fear of what others may think. So utterly consumed with the desire to know God and His righteousness, that all else fades away in my pursuit to know and be filled.To drink to the fill and be completely satisfied, as He promises.
How about you?
This morning, as the mid-morning sun was making the dew on the spider webs sparkle, I rode my bike down the bumpy gravel road to Sheryl’s house. The bike trailer bounced behind me, heavy with my precious cargo of two little ones and a Bible tucked in the back pocket. I hoped I had estimated how long the ride would take me correctly; I didn’t want to miss out on the sweet fellowship time beforehand!
This is the third summer we’ve spent studying the 23rd Psalm. What precious times we’ve had together going slow through the beloved familiar passage, sometimes word by word, soaking it in, mining the depths of Scripture for quantities of treasure that we never dreamed could exist in the space of so few words. And now it was all over until next year. Today was the last day, our sweet weekly summer gathering coming to a close just as the calendar was gently finishing August. The ditches were full of goldenrod and lavender clouds of asters, and the banks of ferns were curling up brown around their lacy edges. Yes, my eyes told me, as I focused up on the landscape around me and away from the dusty road beneath my tires: fall was really almost here.I’m really sorry to bid this summer adieu, because it’s been such a good one. Beautiful fellowship with these dear sisters in Christ has been just one of the highlights of this season for me. As I meditated back over the passage we had been studying, somehow the other happy memories and pictures of this summer seemed to intertwine in my mind with the words of the psalm. And so in honor of the end of a glorious season and those precious weeks of study we savored together, I present this photographic essay of my summer and Psalm 23:
The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want…He maketh me to lie down in green pastures…He leadeth me beside the still waters…He restoreth my soul…He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name’s sake. 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…Thou preparedest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies…Thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over…Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.