Have you ever been able to draw a line like that, between your suffering and your Bible reading?
My soul is consumed with longing for your rules at all times. The psalm’s passionate love for God’s word can make me uncomfortable.
The love seems so real, so right, so beautiful — and so foreign, at least some days.
We’re grateful for the results, but we don’t wake up dying to do it again.
It sounds like a fine thing to do, until we have to choose what we won’t do in order to make time for it.
Why am I still likely to find my identity and worth in what I have or what I’ve done, instead of what God says about me?
Why am I bored reading the Bible while the psalmist is having the time of his life?
Who is it in your life who is most likely to pray like this?
“I enjoy reading the Bible more than the wealthy enjoy all their houses, cars, technology, and vacations.
I admit I have a hard time remembering and feeling that some mornings.