Psalm 23:3

"He restores my soul: He guides me in paths of righteousness
for his name's sake. "

Psalm 23 - one of the most referred to Psalm written by David has been a source of comfort and encouragement to many. These six verses give us hope by reminding us of who the Lord Jesus is; how He provides for our needs, how He leads us and comforts us, and how goodness and mercy is a constant blessing from the Lord.

Yet within all the seemingly "me-centric" verses, right at the middle of the verses we find these four words - for his name's sake. As if to tell us that all the goodness that we receive from the Lord demands a rightful response - that His name be exalted and glorified.

So often we receive so much from the Lord that we often forget that we are not the centre of our own universe, the Lord should be the centre of it and everything else. Oh may the Lord forgive us for our self-centered attitude and give us the grace to appreciate the truth - that everything should be and will be for His name's sake.

How could I stand here
And watch the sun rise
Follow the mountains
Where they touch the sky
Ponder the vastness
And the depths of the sea
And think for a moment
The point of it all was to make much of me
Cause I'm just a whisper
And You are the thunder and

I want to make much of You, Jesus
I want to make much of Your love
I want to live today to give You the praise
That You alone are so worthy of
I want to make much of Your mercy
I want to make much of Your cross
I give You my life
Take it and let it be used
To make much of You

And how can I kneel here
And think of the cross
The thorns and the whip and the nails and the spear
The infinite cost
To purchase my pardon
And bear all my shame
To think I have anything worth boasting in except for Your name
Cause I am a sinner
And You are the Savior

- Steven Curtis Chapman -

A morning reading...

“It is very evident that Enoch knew nothing whatever about the
mode of ‘making the best of both worlds’. To him there was but one
world. Thus it should be with us.” —W. Ross Rainey

O Master, let me walk with Thee, in lowly paths of service free;
Tell me Thy secret; help me bear, the strain of toil, the fret of care. —W. G.