I love God’s word. It is beautifully crafted and, in my opinion, has all the markings of a timeless blockbuster. It covers the duplicity of humans, the complexities of human relations, the debilitating effects of war, the sacrifice of devotion, the allure of scintillating love, lust, loss, betrayal, trade and business, rituals and everything between. It is expansive yet direct in communicating specifics. It is heterogenous yet relatable. It is both descriptive and prescriptive, offering an array of historical experiences that somehow translate to modern times and our everyday lives. God’s word ushers me into the deep springs of His presence. I learn his voice and can pinpoint it in a crowd, much in the same way I would my mothers. His word power washes the gunk amassed over the years, cleaning out the dross in my mind and the cavities in my heart. It dulls the blades of insecurities, shame, and chaos. His word sharpens my discernment as I learn His character and paints a vivid picture of His heart for me.
I do not wake up knowing exactly what to do everyday, just like I do not have everything figured out. But when I ask of the Father in the name of Jesus, He feeds, blessing me with the Holy Spirit. His word is a motion sensor path light for my daily living. It’s the difference between reading and practicing the word. The point where heart, mind, hands, and feet converge and work in accord for the fulfillment of His purpose. Simply put, His word in me is the life poured out of me. From His deep springs, living water flows.
See, I care about you, and I will pay attention to you – these are His words to you in Ezekiel 36:9. I pray that He softens your heart to believe what the mind cannot comprehend. I pray that the luster of life outside of God fades and disappears into the brilliance of His love for you. I pray that the ‘you are here’ symbol in your life map becomes permanently located in God.