As I meditated on the 23rd Psalm this morning, a mental picture of David tending sheep in the fields came to me. I wondered if that Psalm come fully finished to his mind, like a blinding flash of the obvious. And with that I wondered: Did he live that Psalm?...every day and every way, did he live and breathe and walk it?...those weren't just spiritually pretty words to him, he lived them?
Because that's the 100 miles yardstick I measure myself by.
I try to keep things as simple as possible in my own head so I accepted this Psalm as a full-blown blinding flash of the obvious and thought of my BFOs. Are they so owned by me? I feel them. I know them to be true. But, for sure, I don't always without fail walk them.
Like my blinding flash that no disagreement is ever over until both sides come out the winner...simultaneously. That is when God's hand is in it. I aim for that today, and I have felt God's hand more than once in a disagreement. But, so far I've had to work for it...to remind myself (repeatedly) that I am not in it to win it, I'm in it to learn how to give over with grace while maintaining my own integrity.
My beloved ego Lucy fights this tooth and toenail (and tongue...finely honed tongue), and she will till three days after I'm dead I doubt it not.
It gave me comfort, a relief if you will, to think of David as knowing his 23rd Psalm...he wrote it, so he knew it from his eyebrows up anyhow...but maybe he had his own lapses, his own Lucy faking him out with the football ever so often. Hey, he was human...of course he did.
As I've noted before, I am not a Bible person...almost all of what I know about the Bible I learned from Cecil B. deMille. So I know David went on to far greater things...and some way not greater...than tending sheep in the fields, but his 23rd Psalm is my measure of the man. And it is good.
In the end all that matters is what you have done for the Lord. -- Anonymous
Thank you.
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