Outside the window, clusters of ripe red berries rest in
golden fingers of rowan tree leaves. Yellowing larch needles sway in the gentle
breeze. Cows which bellowed an hour ago, desperate for food, are now calmed and
resting, the farmer having arrived with the daily ration of hay. Though they
inhabit a fertile field, that season is past and no green grass is growing.
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.
In some seasons of life, we recognise just how dependent we
are on the provision of the Father. He feeds us spiritual superfood, restoring
our strength and giving us hope. Today I lift my head to the loving Lord who
sits at the table with me, in the presence of my enemies. All I see is Jesus.
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