Pick at my brain a little, would ya?

Anyone else know that song?

Anyway, I’m sick.  Booboo.

I’ll spare you the details, but the past few days have not been fun.

However, in an odd way, I like being sick.  It gives me a chance to slow down and really listen to the Lord.  After Joel’s sermon on Sunday, I realized a few things about my life in regards to the Bible lately.  It’s true that in the past, I was super diligent about reading the Word.  I was committed to studying, memorizing, and meditating on Scripture.  But lately, it hasn’t been the case.

Joel talked about how the Bible judges us, and not the other way around.  We can’t judge the Bible because it’s alive and active.  There’s nothing about it that changes because of us, but rather, we are changed because of it.  Sometimes the Bible boggles my brain.  Written language is something that I have always been thankful for and amazed by.  Just think…it only takes a pen and paper for someone to communicate an idea or thought that can change everything.  Words are so powerful.  And perhaps that is why God chose to communicate with us through a book.  Either way, I’m very thankful for it, and at the same time, overwhelmed by it.

You would think with my sentiments towards the Bible that I would spend hours a day unveiling its mysteries  and grueling over questions that I have.  But no.  I have been lacking lately in my love for the Scriputres, and try as I may, the discipline of reading has been really hard for me in the past few months, and I want to change that.  I really do.

So, Josh and I started a Bible study over Galatians this week, and I’m hoping that this will spark my interest a little bit more…well…that and praying diligently that God will give me a strong desire for His Word.

Anyone else been in a dry spell like this?  I know I’m not alone…

And also, we’re looking for a good commentary or book over Galatians, so if anyone has any suggestions, we’d much appreciate it.

I wrote this a little over a year ago. Sure, the rhyming may be cheesy, but I found it on my computer, and when I read it, I couldn’t help but thank Jesus for bringing me out of such immense chaos.

Daddy never says he loves her
Save the times she climbs that ladder
Mama cries to herself in bed
While flowery sheets cover her head.

His one last breath seeps out his lungs
And a phone calls tells her he is done
She boards a plane that’s set to fly
Not a single tear falls from her eyes.

A wayward glance meant all in fun
Leads to the words “Don’t tell anyone”
Her fear floats thinly in the air
He brushes his fingers through her hair

Wire inside concrete borders
Rain splashed tires and money hoarders
Make her think of better places
All she needs is familiar faces

Spiritual songs pierce through her walls
And she her Father lovingly calls
Singing songs with grace and victory
She longs for love and finds it’s He.