Have you ever asked God for something and when He answered you it was kind of a let down, because it wasn’t quite what you were expecting?
Many years ago–well, it seems like an actual life time now; I asked God for a scripture, I wanted something deep, I wanted one that perhaps I didn’t know of before, and I was hoping that whatever He gave would change my life forever. So this is what I wanted from God.
What I did get from God was not a scripture really but a passage. I got Psalm 23, and I was not pleased. So bare with me–like I said, this was many, many years ago. I was not pleased and I grumbled. I grumbled to God and I complained to Him. I wanted Him to know that I already knew the 23 Psalm like most people, and I would prefer another scripture, or another passage. Well, nothing changed, because all that kept coming into my mind was Psalm 23.
Then one night I was laying in bed, unable to sleep because of the darkness that filled my mind. At some point I must have drifted off and went into a dream. I got up out of my bed, walked into the dark closet across from my bed, and as I came out the other side of the closet, I had walked into green pastures. Everything was green and pleasant and I was the size of a small child. I looked a little ways in the distance and saw Jesus in His flowing white robe and compared to me He was about the size of a giant. It was like the most normal thing for me, as in this dream I was not surprise to see Him. I was hopping and skipping and He was sitting there enjoying the day. So there I was in green pastures with my Shepherd.
After sometime I held His Hand and we went for a walk beside the still waters, it was beautiful. The air was fresh and sweet. I felt so safe that I let go of His Hand, and off I went skipping again. As we kept on walking in the valley it brought us through a dark pass between two mountains, but I wasn’t afraid, because He was with me. He brought me through that darkness and back into the Light again. When we were back in the green pastures I saw a table, it had a white linen table cloth spread over it and there was a mountain of gifts on top. Jesus extended His Hand in the direction of the table, and I knew that everything on the table was for me.
Well needless to say, when I awoke from that dream, I had a brand new appreciation for the 23 Psalm. Actually the 23 Psalm became not only a night dream because from then on it also became a day dream, and many times it didn’t matter where I was, I would take myself and go into the 23 Psalm in my mind and spend much time there, just me and Jehovah. It became bigger than life to me. The robe Jesus wore it trailed very long, so if I became afraid I could just wrap myself in the train of His garment and everything would be fine.
God is so loving and so kind and so filled with tender mercies. He could of snapped at me, He could have totally ignored me, when I grumbled at what He had given me. He obviously knew that I didn’t know any better, so He brought the Psalm to life in my mind. To this day I can still picture myself within those green pastures spending time with Jesus, and while I’ve learned not to grumble in a negative way, I think I still whine a lot, but I don’t think that is a bad thing to do, and He is so gentle and so patient and kind and understanding, and along with whining it’s also okay to wrestle with Him.
In the bible Jesus tells the story about a Persistent Widow and the judge. She went to the judge seeking justice, but after a while even though he was a pretty tough judge, he gave in and gave the widow what she wanted, so that she wouldn’t bother him day and night, and over and over again with her whining. This is how I see myself with Jesus.
6 Then the Lord said, “Hear what the unjust judge said. 7 And shall God not avenge His own elect who cry out day and night to Him, though He bears long with them? Luke 18
So Jesus hears our cries as we cry out to Him over and over, and we are no bother to Him. You can read the whole story in Luke 18:1-8 Further more when we keep crying out to Him this is how He knows that our hearts are truly seeking Him.
I will now always love the 23 Psalm as long as I live, and I have my very own beautiful vision of it.