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Oh, He's Good...

God kills me.

The ways He goes about things sometimes just shocks me with the hilarity of it all. My sweet friend, Jamie had requested a "real" post (apparently what I previously posted doesn't count!) and I was sitting here thinking, wondering, was there anything for me to really write about?! I've felt kind of sick all day - should I write about that? I don't even want to write it - who wants to read it?!

Then I started pondering a devotional I got in my inbox this morning from Truth for Life about how we shouldn't be sleepy Christians. How we need to be talking of God's goodness and faithfulness to one another. I mean, wouldn't it help as you walked along the narrow way if you talked about the narrow way and the reasons + benefits of it all? So, I briefly considered elaborating on the devotional and then I went to see what the Bible verse of the day was over at and guess what it was?

"These commandments that I give you today
are to be upon your hearts.
Impress them on your children.
Talk about them when you sit at home
and when you walk along the road,
when you lie down and when you get up.
Tie them as symbols on your hands
and bind them on your foreheads.
Write them on the doorframes
of your houses and on your gates."
~ Deuteronomy 6:6-9

I had to smile. When God has a point to make, He makes it.

On Sunday my brain went to this passage of scripture when our Small Group leader was speaking of some plaques he has in his office that have Biblical quotes on them - and how much that affects his mood, speech, day. And the above scripture came to mind. It's true. It's so much easier to focus and to think "holy things" when they are right before your eyes. It's why I have been known to tape Bible verses to my steering wheel, my bathroom mirror and my fridge. If it is in the forefront of my face, it becomes the forefront of my mind. Of my heart.

We have little things around our home that state sentiments such as: "Love Begins at Home" and "With Love, Miracles Happen"... Something I've been thinking on for awhile is how much more scripture I want to be visible in our home. Even just seeing those little romantic quotes scattered around make me think of Aaron and our wedding day, of our dating days, of how much I love him and am grateful to be his wife. How much more would (should) scripture be doing that to my heart? Shouldn't I have my "favorite" verses where I can smile when I see them and think back on God's love? On my relationship with Him?

And if my eyes were on His word, my heart soaking in His wisdom - would not my speech be different? Wouldn't it change my day? What if it changed someone else's? What if I followed scripture by obeying scripture by placing it in front of my very eyes? Would the walk not be better? The load lighter? And how awesome to know that God knows we need the visual reminder. That He commands us to put it before us - because He knows we're going to work better that way. It's kind of like a massive, "Duh!" Of course He knows we're that way. But how amazing that He considers our weakness and our inability to just "walk the walk" 24/7. He knows we're mini-trainwrecks. That's why He says, "Here. Put these where you can focus and be reminded."

I don't know about you, but I want to do more than sleep-walk through faith.

"The Christian faith has not been tried and found wanting.
Rather, it has been found difficult and left untried.”
~ G.K. Chesterton


  1. Yes. I agree to everything. I've thought about this before...Cody and I have talked about stenciling some scripture onto the wall like above our front door or something cool. How neat would that be?!

  2. Love that quote from Chesterton. It's one of Brad's favorites - and isn't it so true?

  3. Jamie - It makes me think of that wall thingy your friend, Caitlyn (sp?) has... That's what I want at our house - reminders of the goodness of God!!

    Lauren - It's one of my favorites, too! I knew I liked that boy!!! :)


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