My grandparents from my father's side, who lived in the Adirondack region of NewYork, used to take me for rides in the country after dinner.
I remember they had a framed print of the 23rd Psalm hanging in their home. For some reason, it comes to mind:
23rd Psalm
1 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
4 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.
5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
Reading it now reminds me of how safe I felt when I was in their company.
