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;
He leads me in paths of righteousness for His name’s sake.
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil; for You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;
You anoint my head with oil; my cup runs over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. –Psalm 23 (Modern English Version)
I love my talks with my grandma, and we can easily end up chatting for over an hour when I call her. I was on the phone the other day when she told me something happened that I had to hear. Uh oh, what did she do?
Let me start by explaining how the little church in her neighborhood was a bit like a second home. It was where I was baptized and where I was married. It was even the first stop on the way home with our lab puppy. It was a place where I could always find a family member or two or twenty! If Grandma wasn’t home, we’d head to the church to see if she was there.
I remember all the Bible Schools and Kids’ Night Out evenings…attending and helping. I remember washing dishes in the kitchen and scraping food from the floor after potlucks. I can’t forget polishing those pews and kneeling with my grandma at the front of the church when we finished cleaning to say a heartfelt prayer.
So when Grandma’s story started out with her being at church, it didn’t surprise me one bit. What did surprise me was that she found something that had been there for years that she’d never come across before.
She told me that she was walking down the aisle in the sanctuary when beside their old pew (you know what I’m talking about…if your rear has resided in the same pew for a while, it becomes yours) was a bookmark. She stopped and picked it up. It had a picture of the shepherd boy David. She turned it over and there was her little boy’s handwriting along with his name.
Her son, my uncle, had passed away when he was just ten years old from cystic fibrosis. This would have been well over forty years ago when she lost her baseball loving Webelo Scout. How could there possibly have been anything left in that church that she wouldn’t have already found?
There was no doubt in my mind that God had planned that present from before that sweet boy was taking from this home here on earth. Grandma was amazed and grateful. God surely orchestrated that whole thing. She said that she knew I’d appreciate her story and she was right.
As I was thinking about this wonderful testimony of God’s love shining on Grandma, it made me think of something my mom told me many years ago. Her brother was often in the hospital because of the cystic fibrosis, and he had a young doctor that came to care a great deal about him. When my uncle lost his fight and went to be with the Lord, my grandpa got word of that doctor wanting to give up his calling because of losing his patient.
In the midst of his grief, my grandpa, the strong man that he was, went to speak to that doctor to keep him from giving up on his calling. I sit here imagining what that conversation was like. My guess is he let him know how important the work that God put inside him was. What a shame it would be to waste the gift he was given. He probably expressed his gratitude to him and maybe even shared a few tears letting him know how even though he wasn’t able to save his son, he made the journey a little easier. It wouldn’t surprise me if he made sure the doctor knew that even though Grandpa’s son couldn’t be with them right then, The Son could be.
Although we have all kinds of medicine and technology, God’s time is God’s time. We simply aren’t God…that doesn’t make us failures, it makes us human. There’ll be times when things happen that hurt and don’t make sense. This is when we’re carried by the Lord. Only faith allows us to get through to the other side without being detained or set on the wrong course.
When something doesn’t turn out the way we think it should, we can face devastation and doubt. We’d do anything in order to keep that pain away, including giving up what God has called us to do. We think it would be easier to avoid the hard times.
I believe there is someone who needs to hear this. I’m asking you…what if my grandpa let grief take over and not have given a thought to the doctor? It seems like he’d have that right. What if that doctor stopped practicing medicine and missed out on all the children God had lined up for him to help? What if my grandma let bitterness take over and quit going to church, missing out on the comfort God is still dishing out today?
I don’t know about you, but I’d rather look back and say, “What if I wouldn’t have kept going?” That’s so much better than looking back and saying, “What if I would’ve kept going?”
We may not have complete control in what will happen in this life, but as long as there is breath in our bodies, I believe God will still work through us. It’s not too late to get through to the other side. Don’t let the pain that happened yesterday or even eighty years ago stop you.
What is a bookmark? It’s an item that allows us to keep our place. Our place is following God, using our gifts no matter how hard it gets, and never being so lost in grief that we can’t hear another’s call.
Who was on that bookmark left as a gift for my grandma? David. The one who wrote Psalm 23. I heard someone say that this Psalm pretty much sums up the whole Bible. I think it’s so important for us to have this comfort, hope, support, strength, refreshment and protection that Psalm 23 provides.
I challenge you to memorize and immerse yourself in the promises that are held in this Psalm of David. Don’t give up to avoid pain; you’ll be giving up way more than you realize.