Honoring Joan Ward: A Tribute to a Life Well-Lived
My 92 year old mother-in-law Joan Ward, lost her 6 week battle with Parainflunenza virus on Monday February 16th 2026. She will be missed.
Julie-Ann and I have been looking after her.
She was at Mountain View Nursing home run by the Salvation Army for 6 years.
A big thank you to them for all their loving care.
PSALM 23
The Good Shepherd
David’s poetic praise to God.
God is my fierce Protector and my Provider.
I always have more than enough.
Like a Shepherd He finds a resting place for me
In His luxury-love.
His tracks take me to the quiet brooks of bliss, an oasis of grace.
That’s where He restores and revives my life.
He opens before me pathways to God’s pleasure
Leading me along in His footsteps of righteousness,
So that I can bring honour to His name.
Even when His path takes me through
The valley of deepest darkness
Fear will not conquer me, for You already have!
Forever close to me, You will lead me through it all the way.
The strength of Your authority is my peace, my reassurance.
The comfort of Your love takes away my fear.
I’ll never be lonely when You are near.
You become my delicious feast
Even when my enemies dare to fight.
You anoint me with the fragrance of Your Holy Spirit,
You give me all I can drink of You until my heart overflows.
Why would I fear the future?
For Your goodness and unfailing love
Will always be my companions every day;
Then afterwards – when my life is through
I’ll return to Your glorious presence
Forever with You!
Taken from The Psalms: Poetry on Fire.
The Passion Translation TPT
IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL
When peace like a river attendeth my way
When sorrows like sea billows roll
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say
It is well, it is well with my soul
It is well with my soul
It is well with my soul
It is well, it is well with my soul
My sin, oh the bliss of this glorious thought
My sin, not in part, but the whole
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend
Even so, it is well with my soul
It is well with my soul
It is well with my soul
It is well, it is well with my soul
Horatio Spaf
1873
