I found an old friend today. Remembering what we walked through, how I was carried and reprimanded through the words and moments we shared. Those times when I had had enough alone time and desperately needed fellowship. When the only voice answering my cries for help were those of the Psalmist David and the broken voice of Jeremiah. When the encouragement of a mother was through the words of Naomi and Ruth. When the only counsel I could rely on was found in the Epistles and Paul would whisper encouragement to me from thousands of years ago. I am shaken anew as I remember those first few days finding out how beautiful my Lord is after 18 years of misunderstanding His call.
Remember first love? Often it looks like this. It did for me. Broken, examined, underlined, marked up and devoured.
Then, this was all I had and this was all I knew. Now, beyond the online and computer based study tools (ad infinidum) I have at least 4 other Bibles and 2 entire shelves of study aids and books. All so pretty. All kept so neat and organized. All the information. Just when I need it. Compartmentalized. How often do I look at a commentary on a verse before I pray and ask the Holy Spirit, the Ruach Ha Kodesh, to guide me?
I wonder… Should the manual for our life really be kept pristine? Should the tools we rely on to attempt to comprehend the voice of Adon Olam, the Lord of the world and the King of my life, Melekh Chayai, be kept neatly embossed and shiny? Or should it look more like our date books and planners? Stuffed full, hemmed in with post-its and scribbles.
I suppose this only shows where I really live.