The Valley of the Shadow of Death

Today, this is on my mind:

Psalm 23
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 overflows.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the LORD forever. (ESV)

This may be Trevor Morgan’s fault. Or maybe not. Either way, there are things to contemplate here. I think I know what the Valley of the Shadow of Death is. Or, rather, where. I think it is the streets of Joplin. If not, that must be what it looks like.

I promise I will stop posting depressing tornado stuff, just as soon as I get it all out of me. I take that back. I don’t know that I will ever get it all out of me. I will carry it with me throughout my days, I’m sure. Eventually, peace will return. Until then, I pray He will restore my soul … and my city.