If you have a beloved lamp (or several) in disrepair, I recommend the Village Lamp Shop just north of downtown Rochester. East of the traffic light by the Dairy Queen on Romeo Road, look left for a yellow house with “139” painted white on a brown awning shading the front entrance.

FYI, you’ve missed the shop if you reach the fork of Parkdale and Romeo roads.

Now, two things: the window on the shop’s left says “GIFT SHOP,” and that’s no exaggeration. Once the brothers and experts with lamp restoration have taken care of your problems, browse the most original shop I’ve had the pleasure to enter.

That’s if you appreciate antiques and recycled castaways transformed into art, and that’s using the term broadly.

I never fail to find gifts, useful and quirky, some less than $10, and most above. I promise you will smile within minutes, amused at the variety of oddities.

When I dropped off two abused pole lamps several weeks ago, a little basket of white, wooly sheep with darling faces caught my eye. I picked up a sheep to discover a windup key on its side.

“Bless my soul,” I whispered. For I’d recently read a book titled “A Shepherd Looks at Psalm 23” wherein W. Philip Keller, a shepherd, illuminates God’s relationship with us, His sheep.

I’m ever grateful for the friend who gifted me the book, a woman with eyes to see what people need. In the pocket-sized masterpiece, Keller ruminates the twelve parts of King David’s shepherd song as I’ve never read or heard it preached before. In his progression from “The Lord is my shepherd” to the final “I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever” is the fifth promise, “He restores my soul.”

When a child memorizing this psalm for Sunday school class, I related “He restores my soul” to God’s forgiveness of my sins – washing my heart, mind, and spirit whiter than snow.

At age twelve, a tragic family event separated me from my Sunday school class and church services – and Pioneer Girls on Friday nights where my teacher placed my first Bible into my hands.

From that day when cast down, separated from my Bible teachers and fellow students, I couldn’t comprehend my Shepherd daily restored my distressed soul with His promises hidden in my heart.

Five years later, one marvelous day after cheerleading practice, a friend who needed her soul restored as much as I, asked, “Iris, would you like me to pick you up for Sunday school this Sunday?”

The Lord is our Shepherd, we shall not want. He makes us to lie down in green pastures. He restores our soul.

Dear Reader, I bought a wind-up sheep for my book giver.

“How darling!” she said.

We watched the sheep and her dog run around the kitchen in delightful confusion.

As Philip Keller says, “We may rest assured that our Shepherd will never expect us or ask us to face more than we can stand.”

Contact Iris at irisfarmletters@gmail.com.