Oh, how I don’t want to do this–too much work for my tired brain. Memorizing Scriptures? I failed the last time I tried, you know…
But Holy Spirit is calling, so I am beginning.
It feels like I am being stretched like plastic wrap on a bowl a bit too small. And each week, I must add another verse or two; oh my goodness!
One tiny step, but I am taking it–delightful view.
One tiny word at a time, but I am swallowing it–sweet as honey.
One string of words at a time, but I made them mine–I feel so rich.
One verse at a time, but I am owning it–treasure from heaven.
And they are doing me such good, those words that are being stretched upon my mind; and it is strengthening me, that Word that feels like a blanket upon my heart; and it is making me come alive, that Life that surrounds me when I go left, or right, or when I just stand here.
And then, all of a sudden, I remember.
I remember that when I was a child in Belgium, we never used the word “memorize.” At school, we were required to “learn by heart.”
Learn by heart.
And then I see it.
I am learning to know Him by heart. By my heart.
I am working on letting His Word fill that heart of mine so full that it will be reshaped.
I am learning to live by that new heart He has placed in me.
I am learning by heart. By my heart.
Cultivating Thankfulness with Ann Voskamp
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