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.
Most often, I have read these words and thought of my relationship with God in very simple terms. I am a sheep and He is my Shepherd.
But driving from Northern California to Washington, I watched the sun and the clouds create shadows on the green pastures of Oregon. Surely God was present with us on our journey and inviting me to rest mile by mile. Then driving from Washington to Minnesota, we followed quiet river waters along Highway 90 through Montana. Surely God was present with us and inviting me to let my soul be restored mile by mile.
If sheep are going to survive, the shepherd must lead them on a journey to places where their physical needs are met. The Lord leads us on a journey to the places where our physical, emotional and spiritual needs are met. The Good Shepherd leads us to places of peace.