“He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.”
—Psalm 23:2, KJV
Still water. It doesn’t rush. It doesn’t roar. It just is—quiet, steady, faithful. And somehow, that speaks to a soul that’s tired.
The Psalmist didn’t write from a vacation cottage or a mountain retreat. David knew what it was to be hunted, heartbroken, and alone. But in the middle of that life—rough and real—he said God led him to still waters. Not as an escape, but as restoration.
Looking at this shoreline, with the rocks firm beneath and the mountains keeping watch from afar, I can’t help but think of how God meets us in the silence. Not just when we’ve got it all together, but when we’ve come to the end of ourselves and finally sit still long enough to hear Him.
Sometimes, life brings us to places that feel jagged and uncertain—like those rocks. But even there, the water laps soft against the edges, and the Spirit whispers: “Be still, and know that I am God.” (Psalm 46:10)
This verse isn’t about comfort food or cozy feelings. It’s about the Shepherd who leads. The one who knows where the stillness is, even when we don’t. And sometimes, the most faithful thing we can do is to stop running, sit by the water, and let Him restore what’s worn thin.
If your soul feels weathered today, maybe this is your moment by the water. Let the Shepherd lead. Let the silence heal. He is still good. He is still near.
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