Do you hang verses around your home in an attempt to be immersed in God’s word?
I do. Every other cupboard door, over the stove, on the side of the microwave that faces my so called “office” in the kitchen. My bathroom door, the linen closet door, the kitchen window sill. The verses are all over, and yet, I rarely see them.
(To be fair, I do read the one on the linen closet door, only because the toilet faces that door. So … yeah. I do read that one.)
Today I’ve been feeling a bit blue. “I’m blue.” –Rachel, from “Friends” (Brittany Miller, name that episode… 🙂 ) I think it’s a whole bunch of things. It’s the weather, it’s some changes in our life, it’s contemplating going back to work and all that means for my daily life with two young kids. (Dad, if you’re reading this, I like my job and no, I won’t quit. I know you need to retire… :P)
It’s my perpetual headache, my endless sinus infections, the lack of girl time, the tantrums of my precious two year old. My blue feeling is a product of a whole bunch of things.
So as I sat down to blog, with really nothing in particular to write about–just knowing that writing tends to help me–I paused. My eyes wandered to the pile of random coupons, “to-dos”, and hospital bills (ick). My gaze caught a verse that I’d taped to the microwave months ago. One that is there, in my eyesight every day, that I don’t think I’ve read since I wrote it down.
Nevertheless, I am continually with you; you hold my right hand. You guide me with your counsel, and afterward you will receive me to glory. Who have I in heaven but you? And there is nothing on earth that I desire besides you. My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.
I may be blue, but that verse can’t NOT lift my spirits. “Nevertheless” — no matter what. No matter headaches, or monotony of motherhood, or tantrums. “Continually” — all of the time. Never ending. Never ceasing.
For behold, those who are far from you shall perish; you put an end to everyone who is unfaithful to you. But for me it is good to be near God; I have made the Lord God my refuge that I may tell of all your works. Psalm 73:23-28
“Good to be near” — close to. Residing with. Snuggled up. I must say, I am not always near God. I have verses plastered around my house in an attempt to stay connected. I spend at least a few minutes most days reading my Bible, trying to journal some thoughts. I make prayer lists, and attempt to lift my voice to the Lord. I play worship music (or Joshua does) as we play and do chores. And yet … I’m so often not “near” Him. I’ve put all these things in my life to help me get near, but I rarely actually draw near. Why is that?
If you have an answer, or some experience with a possible answer, please comment. 🙂
“But for me it is good to be near …” It’s a choice. I guess I just have to choose more often to pause, read those verses on the kitchen window sill, the bathroom door, the microwave side. It’s a choice to be near.