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Emotional Meditation—By Micah Siemens

There’s something almost too familiar about Psalm 23. We’ve heard it at funerals, read it in devotionals, recited it in trembling hospital rooms. But sometimes, in the quietest moments, its words come alive again—as if you can hear the Shepherd’s footsteps drawing near.

“The Lord is my shepherd; I lack nothing.”

That’s not poetry—that’s possession. David isn’t describing a shepherd; he’s claiming one. There’s a difference between saying the Lord is a shepherd and the Lord is my shepherd. The second phrase feels like a heartbeat—calm, certain, unshaken. And because that’s true, everything else unfolds from it:

“He makes me lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside quiet waters.”

The phrasing almost slows your pulse as you read it. He makes me lie down—because sometimes I don’t know how to stop on my own. He leads me beside still waters—because the world’s noise won’t ever lead me there. The Shepherd doesn’t rush. He restores.

“He refreshes my soul. He guides me along the right paths for His name’s sake.”

It’s His reputation, not my perfection, that keeps me safe. Even when I wander, His name remains faithful. And then the light dims—

“Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me.”

That’s the verse that feels like a hand on your shoulder in the dark. Notice—it’s not the absence of danger that gives peace, but the presence of Him. The Shepherd doesn’t promise detours around the valley—He promises companionship through it.

“Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.”

The rod defends; the staff guides. Discipline and direction—both born from love. It’s strange how comfort sometimes looks like correction. Then the imagery shifts from fields to feasting:

“You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.”

That line has always stunned me—not after the enemies are gone, but while they still glare. God’s peace doesn’t wait for your circumstances to change; it settles right in the middle of them.

“You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.” Oil—the mark of favor, healing, and calling.

Overflow—the language of more than enough. And then, as if exhaling after a journey:

“Surely Your goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.”

The psalm that began with green pastures ends with eternal dwelling. The Shepherd who guided through valleys now becomes the Host who welcomes home. Psalm 23 teaches me that peace isn’t found in a place, but in a Person. It’s not the absence of fear—it’s the presence of the Shepherd who refuses to leave.

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