i do not remember exactly when god’s word was first written on my heart.
if it was songs over and over in sunday school. jesus-loves-me-whole-world-in-his-hands-this-is-the-day-go-tell-it-on-the-mountain repeating.
if it was read out loud stories of heroes and happenings, god’s plan from start to finish.
if it was steady, soft-voiced prayers of my parents that settled truth and love over my slowing down body and mind at night’s falling.
if it was restless turning of pages for answers and comfort and recognition and response.
it has always been more than words. it is god’s heart pressed onto and into mine. this protecting, shaping, covering of me. some of the source of freedom i have to hand over grace and forgiveness and receive the same in every day’s beginning.
god’s word is truth and love and direction and courage and hope that is sometimes slowly, sometimes suddenly whispered to my need.
building brick by brick:
a narrow path.
but he answered, “it is written, “‘man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that comes from the mouth of god.’”
matthew 4:4 (ESV)
in response to: hiding his word in my heart