Growing up in church and getting most of my education at a Christian school, I feel like I’ve heard the 23rd Psalm more times than my own name. Not that this is a bad thing, but sometimes we can hear something over and over until it begins to lose meaning. But I love it when something jumps out at you when you least expect it.
I was at a funeral yesterday and Psalm 23 was read. As the speaker was reading… The Lord is my shepherd… He makes me lie down in green pastures… He restores my soul…
He restores my soul.
Dicitonary.com defines restore as “to bring back to a state of health, soundness, or vigor.”
I can’t count the times I have needed my soul restored. I have felt depleted, I have felt empty, I have felt exhausted, I have felt I’m at the end of my rope. I have felt like a failure, I have felt alone, I have felt broken.
I feel the opposite of someone restored.
Then God finds a perfect way to remind me that I am His. Even if I have screwed up – and believe me, I have. Countless times. He loves on me, reminding me that I am His baby girl, the one He loved more than life. He reminds me that He doesn’t love me because I’m perfect and when I’m imperfect it doesn’t change His love for me. He just loves me. Period. Nothing I could ever do will make Him love me more and nothing I could ever do could make Him love me less. He just loves me.
And He loves me enough to continue to restore me, over and over.
When God restores, He really restores. And I am thankful.