Dear ones,

Throughout the years, God gave me treasures, many of which remained locked in a treasure chest (file cabinet) waiting to find some illusive publisher. I didn’t even know about blogging then, but today I realized I can simply begin to lift these treasures out of antiquity and share them with you before I join The Dead Poet Society.

Jesus says in Matthew 13:52, “Therefore every teacher of the law who has become a disciple in the kingdom of heaven is like the owner of a house who brings out of his storeroom new treasures as well as old.” Though Jesus refers to Old Testament Treasures and New Testament Treasures, the principle follows that our past, present, and future story remain valuable in God’s scheme of things. Therefore, I too bring out treasures new and old with prayers that God will still and again use them to bless you as He used them to bless me.

My first treasure journals through the twenty-third Psalm–one word or phrase at a time. While I wait for God to amazingly redeem the Xanax story in my last post, I’m going to simply continue with the treasures He has already given to me and spread them over the weeks and months ahead.

STILL WATERS

Introduction

Psalm 23 became the backbone of my thoughts and prayers over a five-month period of transition and earthly insecurities. When I began writing and meditating on these principles we were living in motels. By the time I finished, God had carried us through to another time and place as only The Good Shepherd could do. The following pages transcribe my prayers to the Shepherd and His response to me as His lamb. Join me in exploring the depth and practicality of each phrase of this Psalm as its divine principles are interwoven throughout the inscribed poetry, prayers, and Scriptures.

May The Shepherd open the Scriptures to you and apply them to the circumstances of your life as He has so faithfully to mine. My prayers are with you. May the “Still Waters” you find in His Holy presence reflect all the majesty and beauty of the Christ Himself. Now may the grace of our LORD Jesus Christ be with your spirit and to all who love Him with an undying love.

DIMENSIONS

Time passes…
Two worlds collide:
Temporal world of touch and feel,
Eternal world—just as real.
And in between He crossed the line—
Eternal God to man
Who lives on temporal time…
They meet.
They glimpse Creator from afar
And though they see His door ajar
Between our worlds,
They arrogantly sulk…
They cannot reach Him.
But then His hands
Reach through, between,
To draw man near to the unseen,
His Spirit breathing life to those
Who humbly bow.
Not all desire to see God’s face,
But rush about at frantic pace
To build their house
On temporal sand
They think will stand.
O foolish man!
Time passes…
The prophet is not mocked.
Two world’s collide
With thunderous roar!
The temporal stops and is no more.
The house is gone
And men are lost
Because they never came across
The line.
Eternal world awaits response.
He stands between.
He is the cross.
With outstretched arms
He is The Way
Between the worlds
Of night and day…
Time passes….

—MarJean S. Peters

“The LORD. . . ” begins the journey so please track with me through the treasure chest. . .