Sometimes, things are so good, I’m left without words.  It’s then that I can only look to THE WORD.  This weekend, at Laity Lodge, I saw a slice of that word come alive, and breathe new life in me. Psalm 23 will NEVER be the same, nor will I.

I’m still processing, but as I walked on this Holy Ground, God clearly spoke HIS word to me…

shepherd

 

greenpastures

 

quiet waters

 

soul

 

paths

 

valley2

staff

table

 

oil

 

cup

 

love

 

house

 

psalm 23