Last year I was reading a "women's devotional" version. It had a small portion every day written by a different leading Christian women, focused on women, often about women in the bible. I enjoyed it, but it was time for one of the other sister's to have a turn, so I passed it along.
For the New Year I decided to go digging through boxes in the attic for something "new". I knew there was an entire box of just Bibles and devotional books. I discovered several to start the year off with. I am sure I will comment more on them later - especially "Practicing His Presence".
My favorite find is the Bible I received as a high school graduation gift. I used it all through college and during the first few years of our marriage. It is full of bulletins, and sermon notes, and scraps of wisdom I felt the need to jot down and save.
After not seeing it for several years, those little pieces of wisdom seem so much more meaningful.
I remember "cleaning out" my bible every few months - not wanting to have too much clutter to carry around. Now I wish I hadn't done that. I wonder how much wisdom I carelessly threw away?
One of the things I found was an E-mail from my parents that I had printed out: Encouragement for me when I was leading a Bible study in our first house, at our first base. Some of the people who attended I still keep in touch with - 7 years later. Some of them still don't know Jesus, but they are curious enough about Him to talk to me, even now. I hope they can see Him in me.
Another interesting thing I found tucked in the back of the Bible was a reminder of my youth. Or perhaps my excess free time. My emotions?
I am not sure...
I use to write, all the time. Poetry, of sorts. ALL THE TIME. So, of course, there were several tucked into the Bible.
I am going to bare myself a little and give you a taste.
We, the people of the earth
Are the ground that was planted upon
And to us who are fertile and green
He has given an unstoppable song
He has also given us a Spirit
That waters us as we grow
Sometimes a shower, sometimes a flood
Giving us our own seed to sow
Sometimes it falls on hard ground
and the evil one steals it away
Sometimes it begins to grow
but is smothered, unable to stay
The cares of the earth overwhelm it
the baby plant shrivels up dry
So often the plant is unable to root
The sun, wind and storm make it die
The Spirit, Counselor, Protector
Gently prods us to reach
Our hearts up to the sun, the Son
Now is our turn to share, plant, preach
That was a nice trip down memory lane.
I think I will leave my writing skills in the blogosphere for now though, and leave poetry for someone else!