The scent of lemon perfumes my kitchen with the fresh, windswept clean of white sheets hanging and snapping on the clothesline.
It breezes a thankful spirit of dance around me, like billowy clouds rising up on sail from a varied-green valley — the kind you see in panoramic shots of the Emerald Isle — up and over the hill to paint the sky as backdrop to the day and sweep away loneliness, fear, worry and frustration.
And reminds… Thankfulness begets joy, laces with faith, opens our eyes to the promises He has on the bud… cleanses away all doubt…
Drawing this St. Pat’s shepherd, I sense such a breeze ruffling through the ears of the twin lambs, racing through waving length of green at their feet, putting roses on the weathered face of their master.
I wonder at how easily he bears the weight of the sheep that maybe, feeling the need of a fresh breeze…wandered too far from home…now safe in the crook of his arm.
And the breeze is zipping a song of remembered praise from another Psalmist shepherd, calling me to join in:
Thank you, Father… for going ahead of this moment to provide every answer I need:
You, My Shepherd, feed, guide and shield me.
When I turn my heart to believe You mean what You promise — oh, the green pastures, the still and quiet waters you lead me to!
Refreshing, restoring, leading me in paths of righteousness – for the sake of Your Name.
I refuse to fear, for You are with me!
You protect, guide, comfort and console me.
When the Enemy laughs, mocks, scoffs at me… Ha! You prepare a table feast for me in his presence…
You anoint me for more than I understand or know, and my cup overflows.
You sing songs of joy over me and surely make goodness, mercy and unfailing love to follow me all the days of my life.
I shall dwell forever… on the green… with You…
© Pam Depoyan
“In Green Pastures,” the Irish Shepherd portrait above: mine. (Please do not copy without permission. See my copyright info button on the sidebar. )
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