A handful of months ago, it came to my attention that my prayer life is really not all that it should be. I don’t pray as much as I know I should, the depth of my prayer occasionally leaves something to be desired, and I don’t pray for nearly enough “big picture” things. I take immense joy in communicating with God through writing in a prayer journal, the keeping of which is a wonderful practice that I believe anyone would benefit from, but I am not so good at spontaneous prayer throughout the day, or praying for issues outside my relatively limited day-to-day concerns
I’m still plodding my way through the whole prayer thing; sorting out how to grow and improve in this area (which I believe is called “sanctification”) and while I’ve been thinking and praying, another area for potential growth has come to my attention.
Bible reading.
Over the course of last fall, I read a nice fraction of the Old Testament and the entire New Testament. For years now, I have read the Bible most mornings, and more often than not I fall asleep at night with my face in my little leather Bible. Let it never be said that I don’t read the Bible.
But I’m beginning to realize that four minutes in the morning and a semi-conscious five minutes at night does not a healthy Bible-reading plan make.
The Bible- the very Word of God- is a big deal. The entire book is God speaking to us; to me and to you. There is history, narrative, poetry, prophecy, song, lament, and more in the Bible. The accounts are interesting, enlightening, and encouraging. The songs (Psalms) are fitting for just about any occasion you can imagine. The book is full of salvation and hope, grace and love.
It’s an amazing book; the most amazing, actually. And I really have no reason to not be reading the Bible. It is absolutely worth my time to go deeper into the word of God, and God can use (and has used) the Bible to be a huge encouragement to me. So I’m pretty much without an excuse…
~Natalia



