Psalm 23

(Written June 28, 2012)

As the world hurtles at breakneck speed down only to find itself back where it began....
Slow down. Let it pass on.

Step off the path. On to the grass. It's fresh and new and is cool on your bare feet. Lie down upon it and gaze at the limitless expanse above you.
Do not look to the broad path, where everyone wants to get somewhere before everyone else.
Slow down.

Wander wondrously and dreamily over the rolling meadows. Sit by the clear, still, pristine stream and look up at the top of the mountain.
Don't turn back. The shrill metallic cacophony of the broad path - shut it out. 
Shut it out.
Slow down.

You won't be left behind just because you stopped to lie on the grass, or wander over the meadow, or drink from the clear, still water.
The ones on the broad path are very fast, but they're not really going anywhere; just round and round and getting dizzy.
Slow down.

Sit down to a meal. Take your time. Try out everything on the table. Have a chat with the host. Isn't it so fascinating that when you look into His eyes, the deafening roar of the broad path just dies away in the distance?
Take your time. This is the repast of kings, taken at their leisure and without a care in the world.

Aren't you glad you stopped? Here is the anointing. You are special to Him. Your soul is restored. Now you see things clearly as they really are.

Take your time. He heals. He restores. You won't be left behind. Surely, His goodness and mercy follow you always. But you have to slow down to know that.