While on Mark Bushor’s blog, The Journey, I came across this prayer for the Gulf Coast area that I wanted to share. (Click the link to read it.)
I was also reminded of the clip I caught last night as Miranda and I were flipping back and forth between a couple of different newscasts.
A middle-aged African-American man was sitting in a shelter, most likely with every material possession he had left either on his back or within easy reach. I had just finished telling Miranda that I could not fathom being in this kind of situation. Their was a perfectly timed pause in our conversation as I looked at the screen in time to hear the man say,”I am satisfied. Whatever my God does, He does well. If I have lost everything I own, I am satisfied. I am satisfied.”
He is satisfied. He is most likely still sitting in a crowded shelter with the knowledge that life as he knew it is over, yet his faith is such that he can say with true peace in his eyes, “I am satisfied.”
I sit here in my comfortable home far from hunger and discomfort, and I am not satisfied. I am ashamed. I am ashamed of my lack of satisfaction when I know the true source of all satisfaction.
Psalm 23
The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want.
He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet waters,
he restores my soul.
He guides me in paths of righteousness
for his name’s sake.
Even though I walk
through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows.
Surely goodness and love will follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD
forever.