(J. R. Miller, “By the Still Waters“)
“He restores my soul.” Psalm 23:3
In several ways does the shepherd restore his sheep.
If one wanders away, he goes out after it, and seeks
it until he finds it, restoring it to the shelter of the
fold. If one faints and grows sick by the way, in the
hard journey or the burning heat—the shepherd does
not leave it to die, but takes it up in his arms, and
carries it home, restoring it to the fold. If a sheep is
hurt, torn by a wild beast or injured by accident—the
shepherd tends its wounds until they are healed.
…this suggests how our Good Shepherd restores our
souls. Then, when sorrow has left the heart broken, it is
only the Good Shepherd who can restore it. He is
a most skillful physician. We may put all sorrow’s
wounds into His hand. He is most gentle, and His
hand is infinitely skillful. He is a wonderful comforter.
No human hand can heal a heart that is bruised—but
the hand of Jesus has infinite delicacy and skill.
“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up
their wounds. Psalm 147:3
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