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The Great Shepherd Goes with Us

Here's a word from Spurgeon on Psalm 23 that was encouraging to me today.

Psalm 23

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

"But the verse is equally applicable to agonies of spirit in the midst of life. Some of us, like Paul, die daily through a tendency to gloom of soul. Bunyan puts the Valley of the Shadow of Death far earlier in the pilgrimage than the river which rolls at the foot of the celestial hills. We have some of us traversed the dark and dreadful defile of "the shadow of death" several times, and we can bear witness that the Lord alone enabled us to bear up amid its wild thought, its mysterious horrors, its terrible depressions. The Lord has sustained us and kept us above all real fear of evil, even when our spirit has been overwhelmed. We have been pressed and oppressed, but yet we have lived, for we have felt the presence of the Great Shepherd and have been confident that His crook would prevent the foe from giving us any deadly wound.

Should the present time be one darkened by the raven wings of a great sorrow, let us glorify God by a peaceful trust in Him."

It has been a very difficult three months. However, I am yet sustained by my Maker. I can trust in His loving hand. Though Josh and I are faced with difficult problems, we can trust that we will yet be comforted. His presence goes with us. He is our provider, our helper, our healer, and our fortress.

I wrote a letter to my endocrinologist and cardiologist two days ago. My aunt has been telling me for a few years that she thought my heart problem had to do with the type of thyroid medicine I take. I guess yesterday I really took it seriously and went ahead and wrote a letter to both doctors. I have 4 relatives who's bodies couldn't handle the synthetic thyroid medicine I'm taking. When they finally got their doctors to switch them to the natural thyroid medicine, their health improved considerably, ie they stopped having issues with their hearts acting strange.

The problem is that most endocrinologists and family doctors won't prescribe the natural thyroid medicine because its the old method and it sometimes can be harder to adjust to get the appropriate amount. I am really hoping that God will allow both of my doctors to see that it is worth it to switch to see if it helps.

I think I'm going to do a Strong's Concordance Bible study on the word trust. I doubt that you can be a "Super-Woman" without first trusting God. Afterall, He is the one who blesses us with success in all that we do.

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