Go Back To His Word

When I was in my twenties I began transcribing the notes from my grandfather’s Bible into a new one. His eyes were failing and he needed one with larger print. Pop Pop had another reason, though. He wanted me to be in the word.

At the time, I was working two jobs, a Philadelphia WIC nutritionist by day and a waitress at night. Then I came home late, sat at the dining room table and scribed his notes into the night. There were only three pages in his Bible that were not stained with the ink from his pen. Pop Pop loved the Bible. He lived his life in the word.

Years later, pregnant with my third child, I toddled into a newly formed Bible study and never left. People came and went and then it was just the six of us, every Tuesday night in that sweet home on Grandview Avenue. And what a grand view it gave me, walking through God’s word with those wonderful ladies.  Eventually life crowded in, health issues and schedule clashes, and we stopped meeting.  But the word we shared for those eight years will never leave me. Nor will the friendships we bonded.

Early this morning at Bethel, God told me to go back to His word, it is where I belong. It is where my spirit settles, grows and breathes. There is no life apart from it.  It imparts the grandest view.

My son, be attentive to my words, incline your ear to my sayings. Let them not escape from your sight; keep them within your heart. For they are life to this who find them, and healing to all their flesh.  Proverbs 4:20-22