Psalm 23 has been running through my mind this afternoon. “The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want. He makes me lie down beside still waters. He restores my soul.”
This week has been one of those times in life when I just feel inadequate, unable to truly offer much help or even to be able to help myself. I am writing this post sitting at the foot of my daddy’s bed in the hospital. Complications developed during his recovery from surgery, and we are back here in this place where we’ve spent anxious hours (and good ones too).
That’s a good word for what happened — and what happens to us all so easily. Things just quickly grow beyond our control. They become complicated, and we can so easily become overwhelmed.
A brilliant and dear friend gave a talk one day and explained that word overwhelmed. It is, she explained, from nautical roots and though I don’t remember the precise words, I do know it described a situation where the waves and the sea might well overturn the craft.
I’ve been there. Certain the boat would capsize any minute. Feeling something rather akin to seasickness and terror.
But this afternoon as my parents sleep, I have talked with the One who calms the storm, the One who holds us in His hand and makes us to rest beside still waters. He restores my soul. And for that I am grateful.