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 right paths for his name’s sake. Psalm 23:1-3
“The Lord is my shepherd.”
I keep this psalm of David’s by my bed and read it every night. As I do, I remember the memory of visiting Grandma Frank every summer as a young girl. My cousin would come also, and we would go upstairs and play “dress up” and giggle. My Great-Grandmother lived there, too. She came to America as a young bride from Germany. But when I knew her, she was in her 90’s. She spoke only German to me and my cousin. One day, my cousin said, “Let’s read the Bible to her.” The 23rd Psalm came up and we both knew it from our Sunday School classes. I began to read it aloud, and after the first verse, Great-Grandmother began to say it with us in German. I will never forget how startled we were, and how wonderful it was to share this moment with her. She died when she was 93. This is a memory that I still cherish all these years later.