The LORD is my shepherd,
I shall not be in want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,
he restores my soul.
He guides 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.
Psalm 23: 1-4
He Gently Leads Me
I’m lead, by Him, so gently
and with the utmost care
to places that create in me
hope – rather than despair
His rod is used to guide me
I’m blind without his cane
He nudges me – this way and that
onto higher and higher plains
It’s foolish when I long for
pastures not his own
for his lie by quiet waters
and his valleys lead me home
There’s a reason why I’m compared
to the simple, lowly lamb
for much like it- I’d wander
without the Shepherd’s guiding hand.
When Ian and I first got married we had planned to have at least two children and to have them before I was thirty. But since I was in recovery, from eating disorders in my twenties, our plan didn’t pan out. My body was struggling to gain enough body fat and so my cycle was sporadic until my thirties.
Right when I was beginning to accept our fate (after a failed adoption), I read some encouraging words about prayer and decided to pray fervently for God to open my womb.
Within weeks of my starting to pray for children, my husband announced that a real estate agent had called and offered to give an appraisal of our home. Ian was itching to move out to the countryside up island. I was cozy and content where we were.
One thing led to another and we were offered a ridiculously high amount for our heritage home by a man who had just come into an inheritance. He loved our place and the gardens. My heart sank until I listened to the Lord telling me that my husband’s dream of getting out of the city was more important than a house.
We moved to a secluded acreage and I stayed at home while Ian worked in town. My body responded to the healthy change and I gave birth to our first son after 12 years of marriage. Our first-born was followed by our second son and our daughter until I was a 39-year-old mother of three kids five and under!
What I learned was that prayer opens the door wide for our Good Shepherd to lead us to where He wants us to be. I also discovered that it doesn’t hurt to ask. He is able to comfort me if his answer had not been yes.
Surely goodness and love will follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD
Good Shepherd Blessings ~ Wendy
Has God led you to a pasture you had not expected? Did you hedge like I did?