I feel like for a season now I knew I was hungry for God's word, but didn't really do anything about it. I knew the banquet was right over there in that good book, but rarely cracked it. But on my birthday I decided to commit to some reguarlity and started reading three chapters a day in order to read the Bible in a year. Then I started a Beth Moore study. Then I began writing a family devotional book that all the campers will go home with this summer and now I'm writing the summer Bible study curriculum. (These last two writing projects meant that for weeks now I've had three different Bible's wide open on my desk all day long.) And suddenly it feels like I walked over to that banquet, budged in line, grabbed an oversized turkey leg in one hand, a scoop of mashed potatoes in the other and am devouring this spread of food while diving on top of the dessert buffet.
Or something like that.
But the beauty is that God is showing me things about himself that make me love him more and more. You may all insert a, "genius becca, that's how he works" here. But WOW! And now I listen to praise music and think, "yeah! People should write praise music about you!" or "That's me! I want to know you! I want to hear your voice! I want to know you more!" It is thrilling and so real. I listen to a Hillsong CD to and from work and feel like the Bible is coming to life: come to me all who are weary and I will give you rest... when you're weak I'll be your strength.
Anyway, it's like my own personal revival. And to think I could smell this banquet for so long, and just never took the time to open my Bible and devour this good book.
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