The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures.
He leads me beside still waters.
He restores my soul.
He leads me in paths of righteousness
for his name’s sake.
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies;
you anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
all the days of my life,
and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord
Today’s reading was Psalm 23. (It’s June 23rd… see a pattern?) I read it aloud to A2. I’ve been meditating upon it, and humming the lullabye tune that goes along with it.
As my friend Anne said the other day, “I’ve been wanting to say something, but not sure what to say….. Something like, The psychology of being in a war is weird. … I haven’t anything much deeper to say at this point.”
We were on R&R (rest & recuperation) the past two weeks. It was wonderful to have a family vacation. It was needful to be away from Ukraine and the news. And, yet. . . I felt guilty. I have the privilege of R&R. When my husband’s two-year tour here is complete, we’ll be moving on. But my Ukrainian friends? This is their life, their future.
The Lord is my Shepherd. . . He leads me. . .
This is the truth for me and my Ukrainian friends, and I want to dwell in this reality moment by moment.