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God's Meadow

An excerpt from Gardens of the Heart
 
 
God's Meadow
 

He lets me rest in green meadows; he leads me beside peaceful streams. He renews my strength. He guides me along right paths, brings honor to his name.
Psalm 23:2-3 NLT
The Shepherd King learned about the restorative properties of God’s creation early in life. As a boy, David spent many long hours watching over his father’s sheep in the rugged areas outside of Bethlehem. Those long days allowed him to spend time with God, learn to be still, and also creative in his music.  He honed his slingshot skills, which would prepare him to face Goliath.

With cellphones attached to our ears, social media taking our every moment, we lose valuable time connecting with our Creator. We don’t know how to be still and enjoy His presence. We insist that we just don’t have the time to read the Bible, think about God, memorize Scripture, or pray. Isn’t it strange that we devote our schedules to lots of activity that has nothing to do with developing our relationship with the Savior and we say it’s more important?

Our frazzled and hectic lives would drastically change if we reordered our priorities, and followed Him beside peaceful streams. However, as busy as we are, it’s not impossible to change and allow God to shape His heart into ours. It’s our choice though and He never forces Himself on us. David made the choice to follow God early in life. What are you missing out on by not devoting time to your Creator, Savior, Friend?  It’s not too late to start today.

In the Garden Shut off your electronic devices and enjoy some time with God today. Find a park or a quiet place in your yard or neighborhood to soak in the silence. Disconnect from the world and connect with God.

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