Saturday, May 23, 2026

ANOTHER LOOK AT PSALM 23

My quest today was to try to find out something about Psalm 23 that I did not already know.  I came acroos this article and with permission I print it here:


One of the most overlooked things in Psalm 23 is that it is not really a “peaceful countryside psalm” until the very end.

 It is a wilderness psalm. A survival psalm. A psalm written by someone who knows danger intimately. 

David was not imagining green Kentucky pastures. The shepherds of ancient Israel led sheep through dry, harsh terrain where grass appeared in scattered patches after rain. 

“Green pastures” were rare gifts, not permanent conditions. 

So when David says: “He maketh me to lie down in green pastures…” he is not describing abundance everywhere. 

He is describing God’s ability to provide enough in a barren place. That changes the entire Psalm. 

The miracle is not that the wilderness disappears. The miracle is that the Shepherd sustains the sheep within it. 

And there is something else hidden in the structure of the Psalm that many people miss: 

 In verses 1–3, David speaks about God: “He leads…” “He restores…” “He guides…” But when he reaches the valley: “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for Thou art with me…” Notice the shift. David stops talking about God and starts talking to Him. 

The valley changes the grammar. Sometimes people discover God’s attributes in green pastures, but they discover God’s nearness in valleys. 

Another beautiful detail: The Shepherd carries both a rod and a staff.  The rod was not gentle. It was a weapon — heavy, brutal, protective. The staff was curved for rescue and guidance. 

So when David says: “Thy rod and Thy staff, they comfort me…” he is comforted by two things at once: God is tender enough to guide him. God is strong enough to defend him. 

Many people want one without the other. Psalm 23 says true comfort is found in both. 

And perhaps the most astonishing line in the whole psalm is this: 

“Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies.” 

Not after the enemies leave. Not once the battle is over. Not when life becomes peaceful. 

God serves a meal while the enemies are still watching. 

The Hebrew image is one of settledness, honor, and belonging. It is almost defiant peace. The Shepherd does not merely help David escape fear; He teaches him to sit down in the middle of it. 

That may be the deepest promise in Psalm 23: Not that God always removes the wilderness, the valley, or the enemies — but that His presence becomes so real that fear no longer gets the final word.

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Thursday, May 21, 2026

MORE THAN WATCHMEN


Afew years ago as I was studying this passage,

the repetition of 'more than a watchmen' hit me so hard and I knew I wanted to know more.

 After some research about a watchman's duties and reading more passages of scripture concerning watchmen, I knew I wanted to place myself in the watchman's shoes and see what my thoughts were. 

The following is what I wrote. 

I prepare for the night ahead. 

The darkness here in the desert can be quite cold-- 

I cocoon myself in future warmth, layer after layer of protective covering anticipating the deepest, the most penetrating bone-cold winds sweeping across the vast spaces of my soul. 

The night will be long--

I've served this shift before and the moments, the minutes, the hours pass as winter sap from the tree-- 

I look ever so often to the eastern horizon 

Waiting for the faintest sparkle of the tourmaline sky, I pace from one end of my post to the other, 

Ever on the lookout for trouble, for any sign of the enemy. 

At times my heart beats like the flap of the eagles wings 

Once it's spotted prey-- 

The night brings not so familiar sounds-- Sounds I don't want to be familiar-- 

The core of my being raps hard and I look to The eastern realm again. 

And then the quiet, 

The orchestral din of reverberated nothingness--

The clashing cymbal of thought upon anxious thought-- 

One more quick look-- 

Can it be the fringe of amber sun spilling 

Over the horizon onto saffron sands?

 It has come--Hope rises once more. It has come--

Hope rises once more. 

I wait for the LORD, my soul waits, and in HIS word I put my hope. 

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My soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen wait for the morning, more than watchmen wait for the morning. Psalm 130:5-6 

This has always been one of my favorite scriptures. I think it so interesting how the last line is repeated. 

In literature repetition is used for a purpose--to make a statement, to get a point across--

The writer is voicing his soul's quest in terms the people of his day can understand. 

If you were this sentry how soon do you think you would want the morning to come? 

How hard would you look towards the eastern horizon? 

That is how I want my soul to wait for the Lord!

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Wednesday, May 20, 2026

A SOUL HAPPY IN THE LORD



AN ARTICLE I RAN ACROSS A WHILE BACK BLESSED ME SO MUCH.  I WANTED TO SHARE IT WITH YOU.  IT SPOKE TO ME OF TRUTH.  TRUTH IS HARD TO COME BY THESE DAYS EXCEPT THE TRUTH FOUND IN GOD.

Ajournal entry by George Mueller--

May 7. It has recently pleased the Lord to teach me a truth, irrespective of human instrumentality, as far as I know, the benefit of which I have not lost, though now, while preparing the fifth edition for the press, more than fourteen years have since passed away. 

The point is this: I saw more clearly than ever that the first great and primary business to which I ought to attend every day was, to have my soul happy in the Lord. 

The first thing to be concerned about was not how much I might serve the Lord, how I might glorify the Lord; but how I might get my soul into a happy state, and how my inner man might be nourished. 

For I might seek to set the truth before the unconverted, I might seek to benefit believers, I might seek to relieve the distressed, I might in other ways seek to behave myself as it becomes a child of God in this world; and yet, not being happy in the Lord, and not being nourished and strengthened in my inner man day by day, all this might not be attended to in a right spirit. 

Before this time my practice had been, at least for ten years previously, as an habitual thing to give myself to prayer, after having dressed myself in the morning. 

Now, I saw that the most important thing I had to do was to give myself to the reading of the word of God, and to meditation on it, that thus my heart might be comforted, encouraged, warned, reproved, instructed; and that thus, by means of the word of God, whilst meditating on it, my heart might be brought into experimental communion with the Lord.

I began therefore to meditate on the New Testament from the beginning, early in the morning. The first thing I did, after having asked in a few words the Lord’s blessing upon his precious word, was, to begin to meditate on the word of God, searching as it were into every verse, to get blessing out of it; not for the sake of the public ministry of the word, not for the sake of preaching on what I had meditated upon, but for the sake of obtaining food for my own soul. 

The result I have found to be almost invariably this, that after a very few minutes my soul has been led to confession, or to thanksgiving, or to intercession, or to supplication; so that, though I did not, as it were, give myself to prayer, but to meditation, yet it turned almost immediately more or less into prayer. 

When thus I have been for a while making confession, or intercession, or supplication, or have given thanks, I go on to the next words or verse, turning all, as I go on, into prayer for myself or others, as the word may lead to it, but still continually keeping before me that food for my own soul is the object of my meditation. 

The result of this is, that there is always a good deal of confession, thanksgiving, supplication, or intercession mingled with my meditation, and that my inner man almost invariably is even sensibly nourished and strengthened, and that by breakfast time, with rare exceptions, I am in a peaceful if not happy state of heart. 

Thus also the Lord is pleased to communicate unto me that which, either very soon after or at a later time, I have found to become food for other believers, though it was not for the sake of the public ministry of the word that I gave myself to meditation, but for the profit of my own inner man.

With this mode I have likewise combined the being out in the open air for an hour, an hour and a half, or two hours, before breakfast, walking about in the fields, and in the summer sitting for a little on the stiles, if I find it too much to walk all the time. 

find it very beneficial to my health to walk thus for meditation before breakfast, and am now so in the habit of using the time for that purpose, that when I get into the open air I generally take out a New Testament of good-sized type, which I carry with me for that purpose, besides my Bible; and I find that I can profitably spend my time in the open air, which formerly was not the case, for want of habit. 

I used to consider the time spent in walking a loss, but now I find it very profitable, not only to my body, but also to my soul. The walking out before breakfast is of course not necessarily connected with this matter, and every one has to judge according to his strength and other circumstances.

The difference, then, between my former practice and my present one is this: Formerly, when I rose, I began to pray as soon as possible, and generally spent all my time till breakfast in prayer, or almost all the time. 

At all events I almost invariably began with prayer, except when I felt my soul to be more than usually barren, in which case I read the word of God for food, or for refreshment, or for a revival and renewal of my inner man, before I gave myself to prayer. 

But what was the result? I often spent a quarter of an hour, or half an hour, or even an hour, on my knees, before being conscious to myself of having derived comfort, encouragement, humbling of soul, etc.; and often, after having suffered much from wandering of mind for the first ten minutes, or a quarter of an hour, or even half an hour, I only then began really to pray

I scarcely ever suffer now in this way. For my heart being nourished by the truth, being brought into experimental fellowship with God, I speak to my Father and to my Friend (vile though I am, and unworthy of it) about the things that he has brought before me in his precious word. 

It often now astonishes me that I did not sooner see this point. In no book did I ever read about it. No public ministry ever brought the matter before me. No private intercourse with a brother stirred me up to this matter. 

And yet now, since God has taught me this point, it is as plain to me as anything, that the first thing the child of God has to do morning by morning is, to obtain food for his inner man

As the outward man is not fit for work for any length of time except we take food, and as this is one of the first things we do in the morning, so it should be with the inner man. We should take food for that, as every one must allow. 

Now what is the food for the inner man? Not prayer, but the word of God; and here again, not the simple reading of the word of God, so that it only passes through our minds, just as water runs through a pipe, but considering what we read, pondering over it, and applying it to our hearts. 

When we pray, we speak to God. Now, prayer, in order to be continued for any length of time in any other than a formal manner, requires, generally speaking, a measure of strength or godly desire, and the season, therefore, when this exercise of the soul can be most effectually performed is after the inner man has been nourished by meditation on the word of God, where we find our Father speaking to us, to encourage us, to comfort us, to instruct us, to humble us, to reprove us. 

We may therefore profitably meditate, with God’s blessing, though we are ever so weak spiritually; nay, the weaker we are, the more we need meditation for the strengthening of our inner man. 

There is thus far less to be feared from wandering of mind than if we give ourselves to prayer without having had previously time for meditation. I dwell so particularly on this point because of the immense spiritual profit and refreshment I am conscious of having derived from it myself, and I affectionately and solemnly beseech all my fellow-believers to ponder this matter. 

By the blessing of God I ascribe to this mode the help and strength which I have had from God to pass in peace through deeper trials, in various ways, than I had ever had before; and after having now above fourteen years tried this way, I can most fully, in the fear of God, commend it. 

In addition to this I generally read, after family prayer, larger portions of the word of God, when I still pursue my practice of reading regularly onward in the Holy Scriptures, sometimes in the New Testament and sometimes in the Old, and for more than twenty-six years I have proved the blessedness of it. I take, also, either then or at other parts of the day, time more especially for prayer.

How different, when the soul is refreshed and made happy early in the morning, from what it is when, without spiritual preparation, the service, the trials, and the temptations of the day come upon one!

George Mueller was a preacher, evangelist, and director of the Ashley Down orphanage in Bristol, England. 

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SOME TRUST IN HORSES


SOME TRUST IN HORSES --I had a dream one night several years ago that I was riding a mighty horse--

We were flying through the forest at an incredible speed, the horse's hooves barely landing on the ground before accelerating into mid air again--the feeling of exhileration was like being on some kind of an endorphine high and I felt as though the horse and I together were one and could accomplish anything. 

 It is really hard to describe how I felt especially since I have always been uncomfortable around horses--not actually afraid of them, just not comfortable. 

 After a time the horse pulled up short and I knew something was terribly wrong. I jumped off to examine the horse and where the breast of the horse joins the legs, the horse was bleeding terribly and all the skin was torn back exposing bone and raw flesh. 

 I didn't have a clue as to the meaning of the dream until after waking I read the verse I have included at the bottom of this post. 

 Was I or am I trusting in something besides God? 

 Anything I trust in apart from Him will never bring true security. 

God is my refuge and my strength--a very present help in time of trouble. 
 This morning during my devotional time I read this verse again and was reminded of that dream. May we only place our trust in the One true and Living God! Ps 20:77 Some trust in chariots and some in horses,but we trust in the name of the LORD our God. NIV

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Since it has been many years since most of these posts first appeared, I’ve decided to begin sharing some of my older blog writings again.

Many of them have been revised and updated over time, particularly with new photographs and illustrations.






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Tuesday, October 22, 2024

A SOUL SATISFIED BY GOD'S WORD



THIS ARTICLE I RAN ACROSS TODAY BLESSED ME SO MUCH.  I WANTED TO SHARE IT WITH YOU.  IT SPOKE TO ME OF TRUTH.  TRUTH IS HARD TO COME BY THESE DAYS EXCEPT THE TRUTH FOUND IN GOD.

A journal entry by George Mueller--

May 7. It has recently pleased the Lord to teach me a truth, irrespective of human instrumentality, as far as I know, the benefit of which I have not lost, though now, while preparing the fifth edition for the press, more than fourteen years have since passed away. 

The point is this: I saw more clearly than ever that the first great and primary business to which I ought to attend every day was, to have my soul happy in the Lord. 

The first thing to be concerned about was not how much I might serve the Lord, how I might glorify the Lord; but how I might get my soul into a happy state, and how my inner man might be nourished. 

For I might seek to set the truth before the unconverted, I might seek to benefit believers, I might seek to relieve the distressed, I might in other ways seek to behave myself as it becomes a child of God in this world; and yet, not being happy in the Lord, and not being nourished and strengthened in my inner man day by day, all this might not be attended to in a right spirit. 

Before this time my practice had been, at least for ten years previously, as an habitual thing to give myself to prayer, after having dressed myself in the morning. 

Now, I saw that the most important thing I had to do was to give myself to the reading of the word of God, and to meditation on it, that thus my heart might be comforted, encouraged, warned, reproved, instructed; and that thus, by means of the word of God, whilst meditating on it, my heart might be brought into experimental communion with the Lord.

I began therefore to meditate on the New Testament from the beginning, early in the morning. The first thing I did, after having asked in a few words the Lord’s blessing upon his precious word, was, to begin to meditate on the word of God, searching as it were into every verse, to get blessing out of it; not for the sake of the public ministry of the word, not for the sake of preaching on what I had meditated upon, but for the sake of obtaining food for my own soul. 

The result I have found to be almost invariably this, that after a very few minutes my soul has been led to confession, or to thanksgiving, or to intercession, or to supplication; so that, though I did not, as it were, give myself to prayer, but to meditation, yet it turned almost immediately more or less into prayer. 

When thus I have been for a while making confession, or intercession, or supplication, or have given thanks, I go on to the next words or verse, turning all, as I go on, into prayer for myself or others, as the word may lead to it, but still continually keeping before me that food for my own soul is the object of my meditation. 

The result of this is, that there is always a good deal of confession, thanksgiving, supplication, or intercession mingled with my meditation, and that my inner man almost invariably is even sensibly nourished and strengthened, and that by breakfast time, with rare exceptions, I am in a peaceful if not happy state of heart. 

Thus also the Lord is pleased to communicate unto me that which, either very soon after or at a later time, I have found to become food for other believers, though it was not for the sake of the public ministry of the word that I gave myself to meditation, but for the profit of my own inner man.

With this mode I have likewise combined the being out in the open air for an hour, an hour and a half, or two hours, before breakfast, walking about in the fields, and in the summer sitting for a little on the stiles, if I find it too much to walk all the time. 

find it very beneficial to my health to walk thus for meditation before breakfast, and am now so in the habit of using the time for that purpose, that when I get into the open air I generally take out a New Testament of good-sized type, which I carry with me for that purpose, besides my Bible; and I find that I can profitably spend my time in the open air, which formerly was not the case, for want of habit. 

I used to consider the time spent in walking a loss, but now I find it very profitable, not only to my body, but also to my soul. The walking out before breakfast is of course not necessarily connected with this matter, and every one has to judge according to his strength and other circumstances.

The difference, then, between my former practice and my present one is this: Formerly, when I rose, I began to pray as soon as possible, and generally spent all my time till breakfast in prayer, or almost all the time. 

At all events I almost invariably began with prayer, except when I felt my soul to be more than usually barren, in which case I read the word of God for food, or for refreshment, or for a revival and renewal of my inner man, before I gave myself to prayer. 

But what was the result? I often spent a quarter of an hour, or half an hour, or even an hour, on my knees, before being conscious to myself of having derived comfort, encouragement, humbling of soul, etc.; and often, after having suffered much from wandering of mind for the first ten minutes, or a quarter of an hour, or even half an hour, I only then began really to pray

I scarcely ever suffer now in this way. For my heart being nourished by the truth, being brought into experimental fellowship with God, I speak to my Father and to my Friend (vile though I am, and unworthy of it) about the things that he has brought before me in his precious word. 

It often now astonishes me that I did not sooner see this point. In no book did I ever read about it. No public ministry ever brought the matter before me. No private intercourse with a brother stirred me up to this matter. 

And yet now, since God has taught me this point, it is as plain to me as anything, that the first thing the child of God has to do morning by morning is, to obtain food for his inner man

As the outward man is not fit for work for any length of time except we take food, and as this is one of the first things we do in the morning, so it should be with the inner man. We should take food for that, as every one must allow. 

Now what is the food for the inner man? Not prayer, but the word of God; and here again, not the simple reading of the word of God, so that it only passes through our minds, just as water runs through a pipe, but considering what we read, pondering over it, and applying it to our hearts. 

When we pray, we speak to God. Now, prayer, in order to be continued for any length of time in any other than a formal manner, requires, generally speaking, a measure of strength or godly desire, and the season, therefore, when this exercise of the soul can be most effectually performed is after the inner man has been nourished by meditation on the word of God, where we find our Father speaking to us, to encourage us, to comfort us, to instruct us, to humble us, to reprove us. 

We may therefore profitably meditate, with God’s blessing, though we are ever so weak spiritually; nay, the weaker we are, the more we need meditation for the strengthening of our inner man. 

There is thus far less to be feared from wandering of mind than if we give ourselves to prayer without having had previously time for meditation. I dwell so particularly on this point because of the immense spiritual profit and refreshment I am conscious of having derived from it myself, and I affectionately and solemnly beseech all my fellow-believers to ponder this matter. 

By the blessing of God I ascribe to this mode the help and strength which I have had from God to pass in peace through deeper trials, in various ways, than I had ever had before; and after having now above fourteen years tried this way, I can most fully, in the fear of God, commend it. 

In addition to this I generally read, after family prayer, larger portions of the word of God, when I still pursue my practice of reading regularly onward in the Holy Scriptures, sometimes in the New Testament and sometimes in the Old, and for more than twenty-six years I have proved the blessedness of it. I take, also, either then or at other parts of the day, time more especially for prayer.

How different, when the soul is refreshed and made happy early in the morning, from what it is when, without spiritual preparation, the service, the trials, and the temptations of the day come upon one!

George Mueller was a preacher, evangelist, and director of the Ashley Down orphanage in Bristol, England. 




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