Fourth Sunday of Easter

Hi Bloom Family,

I'm filled with gratitude at your warmth towards me after my talk on Sunday. Thank you so much. 

I've been trying for about 24 hours now to write an email reflection, and my brain is full and tired and nothing eloquent is forming. So I'll bend to the scriptures of the week and hold them up. Spend some time with me in reflection, soaking in the true and gentle words of our shepherd. Read it through a few times. Let it fill you like breath. 

Breathe in the true words. Breathe out the tiredness, the fear and weariness. 

Rest in his words.

 

God, my shepherd!

I don’t need a thing.

You have bedded me down in lush meadows,

you find me quiet pools to drink from.

True to your word,

you let me catch my breath

and send me in the right direction.

 

Even when the way goes through

Death Valley,

I’m not afraid

when you walk at my side.

Your trusty shepherd’s crook

makes me feel secure.

 

You serve me a six-course dinner

right in front of my enemies.

You revive my drooping head,

my cup brims with blessing.

 

Your beauty and love chase after me

every day of my life.

I’m back home in the house of God

for the rest of my life.

 

- Psalm 23 (the message)

 

Amen and amen. 

Grace and peace to us all,

- Dulcy