In The Valley Of The Shadow

I remember the first time I memorized Psalm 23. I was in kindergarten with Mrs. Shields, the female equivalent of Mr. Rogers if you can imagine it. Our school room was excessively colorful. Blues and yellows filled the walls. A large green poster sat behind the teacher. Reds and oranges hung from the ceiling.

Every week we would have a memory verse. If we recited it in front of the class correctly, we would get a gold star on the green poster behind our teacher. Those little gold stars were th...