The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. . . anything beyond what my heart desires.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures, but I spy grass that is greener on the other side of the fence. He leadeth me beside the still waters, but I know of still more exciting places where I’d love to drink my fill.
But He restoreth my soul, squelching the wanderlust within me that moves me to live life the way I see fit.
He maketh me to walk in the paths of righteousness when I want to run in the open fields of the world—eating where I want, sleeping with whomever I want, living like the beast I am. He leads me for His name’s sake, but I want to make a name for myself, I want others to envy me, to speak ill of me if they wish, but secretly to covet who I am and what I’ve done.
Oh the shepherd’s rod is restrictive and His staff is stifling to my animalistic heart! Come valleys of the shadow of death, come storm and wind, hail and rain, I shall not fear, for I know the lay of the land, I’ve been around the block, and I’m not sheepish about telling you so.
God help us to rest in You. Help us to lay down our wish dreams for our life and follow You wherever You lead us. Help us to take up our cross and rely solely on You. It will take a miracle. I trust You to do it, today.