My childhood music teacher traveled from classroom to classroom bearing instruments and songbooks. She had an autoharp and on a lucky day I would be called to the front of the room to strum it, her hands guiding mine. Some days she came with a large flip chart revealing a language I chanted but did not understand. I just spoke the bold syllables as her long pointer tapped them: ta ta titi ta titi titi ta ta. I’m sure this lesson on rhythm and form enlightened me in some way, but at the time all the recitation felt fruitless.
The Bible says that God’s word never returns to Him void. God’s word accomplishes His purposes. Not merely a collection of syllables meant to teach me a lesson, all scripture is God-breathed (2 Timothy 3:16). When I incline my breath to speaking His all-powerful word, I align with Him and His power. I join the breath that created the universe and grasp the power to move mountains.
When Satan tempted Jesus in the desert, Jesus responded with scripture, “It is written…” and Satan fled. How many times a day are my senses bombarded with falsehoods and enticing appeals veering me away from God’s plan? In moments of vulnerability and weakness I speak God’s word in faith, planting the seeds of His fruit in my life.
As the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return to it without watering the earth and making it bud and flourish, so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater, so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it. Isaiah 55:10-11
Meeting God at the Park 