I snapped this picture during the middle of October.
You can see Caleb in the background and the sun coming through the window enough
to find a place to rest on the arm of the love seat.
This table tells a story of morning time.
Warm drinks mingled with tried and tested texts to fill our minds and souls.
See that blue book in the tray?
That is our precious Oswald.
Carl and I have each been reading a copy.
He has the contemporary version and I have the original.
Yes, many mornings I will read the entry twice maybe three times.
Sometimes it is the language, sometimes it is just because it is morning,
often it is due to the head space of the reader.
I love this table.
Lately the table has been replaced by couches where I will find Carl and Caleb already
I usually am stumbling into the living room attempting to take my place with them before
Morning person does not describe me, it is a discipline I continue to desire to be
carved into me.
The table and the couches tell a story.
Yet they don’t tell the whole story.
Some mornings those books remain in baskets and
We over sleep.
We can be lazy.
Maybe a brightly lit screen captures our attention too quickly and
way too soon.
The photo captures my hope.
My best intention.
I wish it was our always.
But I do know when we take time to read His Word,
we finish a little less hungry for breakfast.
I share this morning story with you because over the last couple of months,
whenever I have mentioned my struggle with keeping my morning time fresh
and consistent, I have been met with such fervent nodding and sighing.
You and I are not alone.
I am learning that a bit of safe accountability is a good thing.
If Carl and I don’t get a chance to discuss our readings in the morning,
I can be sure that one of us at some point will ask,
“Did you read Oswald?”
“What did you think about that verse?”
I usually say,
“Really, you read the whole context of the key verse?”
Some days, we both shake our heads and sigh,
“Truth. Hard truth.”
Devotionals are great.
They are the appetizer before the main course.
One can’t live on appetizers.
Well, I suppose you could but I don’t think a steady diet of potato skins
and mozzarella sticks would do anyone’s body any good.
This weekend, we attended two 60th birthday parties.
Both were fun but the one I enjoyed the most had an open mic time.
Some stories were funny, some were inside jokes, many were tales of God’s
faithfulness and the importance of trusting Him even when everything within
points towards the opposite.
I left this celebration encouraged.
I felt emboldened in my conviction to cling tightly to the Father.
I think reading devotionals is like the last party.
You may be reading about someone else’s story but when finished,
a good devotional will encourage your faith.
A good devotional should draw you to the Father and to studying His words.
Once you are ushered to His word, you get access to all those inside stories.
You get to spend sacred time.
You and the storyteller.
This is when the story gets really good.
So if you can’t find any traction in your time with God.
Start with a devotional and let it whet your appetite preparing you for the best part of
the meal, scripture.
Under a helping hand at the top of the blog is a list of my favorite devotionals.
Take a look and see if you discover something new to chew on.
Do you have a favorite devotional?