One word jumped out at me today from a very familiar passage of scripture. It is a passage, and even a word, I’ve read many times before. I even have this passage memorized, and I’d bet you might, too.
“He“. But not just any “he”. It is the third “he” in the sentence below that jumped off the page.
“He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he restores my soul.”
It isn’t the nap in the lush green pastures that restores my soul. It isn’t the drink of refreshingly cool quiet waters that restores my soul. HE restores my soul. Nothing else can do that.
No doubt he works through the pastures and the waters. I would be a fool to not obey him and lie down or drink deeply. But a nap alone won’t restore my soul. A beverage alone, no matter how quenching, won’t restore my soul.
Only by resting in and drinking in my Shepherd will my soul be restored. HE restores my soul.