The LORD is still her shepherd.
Her every want is now fulfilled.
Pastures rich and cool and green stretch endless before her now as she rests beside the quiet stream.
His path of righteousness has been her course and He has led her to this place of His name, His portion, His inheritance.
At last, her soul is wondrously and flawlessly at peace, fully restored and made whole.
Even as she traveled that most evil of all the dark valleys, when death itself, our ancient enemy, emerged from the shadows, she had no fear.
For the great, good shepherd was at her side, rod and staff in hand, she His precious lamb.
And now she feasts at His table. The oil of his endless blessing and eternal, steadfast love cascades onto her, pours onto her head, drips onto the fringes of her robe of righteousness.
Exceedingly abundantly greater than all that she might ever hope or imagine, infinitely beyond her highest thoughts, wishes, wants or dreams; her life overflows.
Surely His goodness and mercy, His love for her, will never falter or fade. Forever, yes, forever, He shall be her dwelling place.
from Psalm 23
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