Sometimes I count my troubles, and sometimes I count my blessings. I am thankful for the way You have provided for my needs in ways that are more than abundant. I never want to take those blessings for granted, nor do I want to keep them all for myself.
If anyone could prepare a table, it would be You. With unlimited resources, unrestricted power, and unyielding love Your table will be the best prepared of the ages.
The anointing oil of Your love, compassion, and care is a sure expression of my worth to You. Not that I understand that, for I am most unworthy. Yet here I sit, at Your table, staring at Your feast, receiving Your attention.
More than sufficient, the blessings overflow. Isn’t there laughter in an overflowing cup? Perhaps a wink … a feigned spirit of surprise … a meaningful moment when the sight of the over-full cup paints a distinct portrait of what You want me to see Your presence and provision.
All of this…in the presence of my enemies. Perhaps these are the constant threats that will never go away until the regeneration of all things … the wolf, the cougar, The Wolf. But I’m mindful now of the enemies that steal my laughter, that remove my smile and leave me with wrinkled brow.
My Shepherd, since you know my heart so thoroughly, you know that this is just the beginning of a long list. Don’t You want to remove Your table and Your cup now? Perhaps there are other sheep who are more worthy. I’m guessing there are other sheep who please You more.
In grateful tears I receive Your blessings today in the presence of my enemies knowing You have conquered them all. I thank You and praise You for Your table, Your oil, and Your cup.