As much as I like to think I am a strong capable woman, all it takes is a close glimpse of death to sheepishly remind me that I am desperately in need of my Shepherd.
I can honestly say that God has literally taken my fear and walked closely beside me through the loss of grandparents and my husband’s parents, two concussions, four car accidents as a passenger, two failed suicide attempts and one successful one of those close to me, as well as cancer in several family members.
I could not have taken another step forward in any of those situations without Him. He has carried me on His strong shoulders when I needed correction or hit rock bottom. He has not only cleared the way ahead of enemy attack but walked beside me as He guides me forward. Pouring life and love into my weary, tattered and often sobbing soul.
Having the reassurance that I was, am and will never be alone has kept fear of death at bay, each and every day I encounter it. For which I am so thankful, and will never take it for granted.
“Even when the way goes through Death Valley, I’m not afraid when You walk at my side. Your trusty shepherd’s crook makes me feel secure.”(Psalm 23:4 MSG)