Oh the myriad ways I toil as I seek to master the Word of God. How incredibly foolish to consider that I can even think I can “master” it.
It should be mastering me. Shaping me. Molding me. Changing me. So I say to myself…
Pay attention to the taste of it, the small, the texture.
Listen to its melody and note its cadence.
Sit and absorb like a sponge.
Attend to your thoughts, initial reactions,
confusion, delight, sorrow, joy, anger, fear.
Be present in them. Let yourself feel them.
You have permission to feel.
You have permission to emote.
You have permission to laugh. To cry. To yell.
You have permission to be silent.
You have permission to speak.
But you do not have permission to change what He has said.
Wrestle. Confess. Challenge.
His Word is the final word.
Let it stand firm in Your heart.