Ink in the Pen
There’s still ink in the pen. I believe that the last lines of the story have yet to be written. I am caught up in a Divine masterpiece, scribbled words etched on stone, Word becoming flesh, dwelling among us. It is His story. The story we are all caught up in. Do we dare to turn the page?
It’s a new year, and I’ve been thinking a lot about this coming year, goals I wish to accomplish, dreams I hope to see come true. I ponder a lot on my story, the pages I am writing. But isn’t that how it is these days? We all have a story to tell. We all want to listen to someone else’s story.
One of my resolutions this year is to read the Bible through in it’s entirety. It’s amazing how easily the Bible itself can be put on a back burner for other good reads, spiritual memoirs, Christian classics. These are good things, but when they neglect my time in the Word itself, the good becomes enemy of the best. So, I’ve resolved to make sure I am in the Word of God daily. I stumbled upon a wonderful app where the narrator reads Scripture aloud; there is something powerful in the Scriptures being heard orally. Heaven descends and it seaps into the marrow and bones.
I haven’t discarded other literature completely. I began reading a new devotional, a supplement to my studies in the Word. It’s creative, light reading, and well-written. The other day, however, as I took it out to read the words for the day, I was convicted.