{via Pretties and Posies}
It started with a minute.
Just 60 seconds.
That was my goal when I started reading the Bible regularly.
As Micah and I struggled through that year in Washington, with the possibility of marriage hanging delicately in the balance, he gave me a challenge. “Read the Bible every day…” he said.
“Okay,” I nodded. The good girl within me saw this as a new opportunity to add some big check marks to her “spiritual growth” list. The not-so-good-girl was beginning to realize that she was desperate for God’s love and mercy and was ready to try anything to draw near to Him. Reading the Bible more often seemed like a good way to meet with God.
But then Micah added the second part of his challenge, “…in the morning.” He went on, “Read the Bible everyday, right when you wake up, so you are filled with God’s promises and commands before you start your day.”
That’s when the excuses started rolling off my tongue. The good girl didn’t want to wake up early to read her Bible because it was inconvenient. The not-so-good-girl, knowing her own weakness, doubted she had the discipline to meet with God before dawn. “I can’t,” I said. “You know I’m a night person. Bedtime is when I read and write and think the best. Plus you already know how early I wake up to teach. I cannot get up any earlier than I already do.”
Excuse, excuse, excuse, but God broke through them all. By the end of the conversation, Micah had some how convinced good-girl me and weak-and-needy sinner me that I could read the Bible for one minute every morning. That no matter how tired I was, no matter how late I stayed up, no matter how dark it was on those dreary Pacific Northwest mornings, I could muster the discipline to read the Bible for sixty seconds.
And that is exactly what I did.
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