We read a psalm that we didn’t write, about a time that we didn’t live, and yet it becomes our own. The emotion, the faith, and the belief are suddenly ours, and the I becomes us, just as if we were saying it and writing it. David writes “The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want”, and those words relieve our wants; the green pastures become ours to rest in, and the still waters are as smooth and crystal clear as if we are seeing them with our own eyes. Some might call this imagination, but the faithful call it the Holy Spirit. We read more than what David saw with his eyes, we are lead to feel the relationship he felt with the Lord. Do we feel it? Do we live that gift as we are immersed in each verse? Is the comfort of David ours as his words are transformed within us? Does the I, and the me, that he wrote become us?