“When my anxious thoughts multiply within me, Your consolations delight my soul.” Psalm 94:19
I need this verse today. My soul is easily overwhelmed with worry and anxiety. I wake up struggling to calm my heart and mind. This is a season of compressed sorrow and pain. There are many layers of injustice and wrongdoing. Violence burns our cities and isolation singes our souls. Each morning all my senses are assaulted by the continuing tragedies and destruction. I am such a small person in a very big world that is shaking all around me.
In the midst of troubles and trials, my soul craves beauty, goodness, and truth. The wonder of Psalm 23 was translated into a lovely hymn by H.W. Baker, a vicar in Herefordshire, England, back in 1868. Here are the first few words:
The King of love my Shepherd is, whose goodness faileth never; I nothing lack if I am His, and He is mine forever.
This is where I find true rest for my weary soul, beside the stream of God’s care and provision. Will you come sit with me and soak up the delight of His love? I pray that the colors in this painting, and the simple words I write bring you peace today.