Rest

We live on an island that is geared up for people to come on holiday for a rest, for a break from the weather back home and to have a great time here. What I have noticed is that when you work and live here there are times when you don't feel very rested.

Last night at our little gathering, I was talking about rest. If I am honest this is not something I am very good at, yet it should be something I am good at. I should be modelling a rested lifestyle. I find myself unable to sit still, not necessarily in the physical sense but definitely in the mental sense.

Kept coming back to Psalm 23, I'm making this my prayer for the next 12 weeks

The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.


I think the King James version of this specific Psalm is beautiful.