Through my pneumonia haze, I tried to remember the 23rd Psalm, but this is as far as I could get: “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.”
That was enough. I thought and thought about it, and it helped me get through that bad time at the first of August when I spent five days in the hospital. It gave me hope and comfort.
I pictured myself as a sheep—a sick, straggly one needing my shepherd to get me to a place where I could get well, a place with green grass to eat and good sweet water to drink. A sheep isn’t very smart, but he knows enough to comprehend his dependence on the shepherd. He knows the shepherd cares about him and will make sure he gets to a place of sanctuary.
God provides all I need. He restores my soul while he heals my body.