Lately I’ve been talking to God about Psalm 23.

I’m convinced that it’s not just another Psalm, but a manifesto for the spiritual life. It offers a rhythm, not a routine; it paints a picture of relating to God, not just going through the motions.

And it invites a whole mess of questions.

For example, at one point David says, “You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.” What we’re supposed to do, I think, is read it more like God speaking to us: “Brad, I’ve prepared a table before you in the presence of my enemies.”

So my question is, “Where?” I don’t think I get it. I’m in a difficult season, Lord. I believe you’ve set the table, that there’s a feast to be had right from your heart to mine… but I can’t see it yet.

Maybe I’m looking in the wrong places. Maybe I’m looking for the wrong thing. But I believe it’s there. So again my question: “Where is the table you’ve set for me, Lord? Please show me.”

And then wait. And listen. And before you know it, enjoy the feast.