Writing about the Word of God has been a huge challenge this month for me. The fear of not giving it the justice it deserves, feeling inadequate to write about this holy book, stumped by my reverence of the thing that quenches my deepest thirst for truth. Yet once again it is not about me or what I can say about this life giving book, God himself justifies his Words, all that is written about who He is and His promises. My job is to read it, believe it, obey it, and teach it to my children and beyond. The pressure is off to give it justice; my words will never do so, that is the Holy Spirit’s job.
What I can say is that this is my prayer for my family and I:
“So commit yourselves whole heatedly to these words of mine. (No matter what my circumstances are) Tie them to your hands and wear them on your foreheads as reminders. (Memorize His words, so that when the moments come when my thoughts go adrift, He can be the one to shift my thoughts back to Him) Teach them to your children. Talk about them when you are at home and when you are on the road, when you are going to bed and when you are getting up. (His words are applicable to every moment of our day and every season we are weathering. I want to talk about these life giving words with my children whether we are frustrated with each other or sitting in a cabin watching the peaceful snow fall from up above. I want them to know that His words are what we need) Write them on your doorpost of your house and on your gates…” (Surround myself with His words, whether it is on a pretty chalk board in my kitchen or on a bright post it in my car) Deuteronomy 11:18-20
Writing His words on the doorpost of our homes is bold, for all to see. Yet sometimes it doesn’t need to be yelled by me on a street corner or on the highest mountain for all to hear. Right where I am, on the floor with my children, teaching them His Word and who He is. I can be bold right where He has me. Then I venture out into this dark world and hope to be His bright light. But it must start in my heart and in my home. I remember the months and even years after having my firstborn, Levi. I felt like I wasn’t “doing” anything for the Lord. I was consumed with my new little family, that was where He had me and for good reason. I look back now, only four years ago, now being able to give more of my time to ministry outside of my home, and have no regret that I gave my all to my family, that the Lord had given me for that time.
“Give ear, O my people, to my teaching; incline your ears to the words of my mouth! I will utter dark sayings from of old, things that we have heard and known, that our fathers have told us. We will not hide them from their children, but tell to the coming generation the glorious deeds of the Lord, and his might, and the wonders that he has done.” Psalm 78:1-4
His Word is enough. There is nothing I can say about them, but hope and pray to know them, believe them, live them out, and teach them to those who do not yet know of them.