He makes me lie down in green pastures, but the pastures on the horizon look greener. He lets me see them from afar. He lets me walk up to the gate, but not through it. He lets other sheep across to them. He is a Good Shepherd, and I know that with Him, I shall not want. And yet, I do want. Is all ambition unholy?
I know my Shepherd is in control. But saying that doesn’t seem to resolve the tension I am feeling. My Shepherd tells me to lie down, to be still, to wait, to watch. But for what?
I know the right answers. This light and momentary affliction is preparing me for an eternal weight of glory. The testing of my faith produces steadfastness.
Help my unbelief.
I lament the pasture I cannot seem to leave. My ambition becomes more self- absorbed. I grow suspicious. I grow restless.
The Shepherd does not beat me into submission. But He does not let me have it my way, either. He knows that I need to learn the secret of facing plenty and hunger, abundance and need. He knows that the very best thing He can give me is Himself. He knows that this is the most important thing He can teach me.
It’s only when I lie down that I stop to see that the pasture I now lie in is greener than I deserve.
That no pasture is green without Him. His staff comforts me.