As a child, I learned these powerful words of the great, flawed David who went through so much to become a king.  Shepherd, warrior, general, fugitive, poet, musician, lover.  All the training necessary to be a good ruler. 

Also used to have these words posted above my daughter’s crib.  I was terrified about raising her.  My favorite verse, which I used to say to myself all the time, growing up in the suffocating DC area.

“You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies.  You anoint my head with oil; my cup runs over.”

Fought uphill a lot, outnumbered, outgunned.  But His rod and staff.  Just enough.  I joke that I always had just enough to get to the next step in life.  Didn’t fit in anywhere, so went everywhere.  Couldn’t do one thing spectacularly, so learned to do many things solidly.

And all the just enoughs added up.

Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death

I’ll fear no evil for Thou art with me