Cooking and writing. These are my dance steps.
After I gave birth to Emeth, I did not return to the kitchen for weeks. One evening, I walked into the kitchen and prepared some salmon. At that moment, I started breathing again. A light flickered at the end of the tunnel.
Today is one of those tunnel days.
Now, I can either wallow in my incompetence and insufficiency, or, I can dance.
I choose to dance. And I invite you to dance with me.
I am going to dance about how I read my Bible.
(Was that a yawn?!)
I know, it doesn't sound spectacular, but it is.
For months and months Hans encouraged me write down the things I am learning in my readings. But like always, it takes me awhile to do what he asks of me. My (bad) excuse is that I have so little time. Writing things down would take so much longer. But, I finally decided to give his suggestion a try, and it made all the difference.
All I do is I read the verse, I paraphrase it in my own words, and I write it down.
Some days, I get through ten verses. Other days, I get through one. Not only am I better able to notice the details of the text, but I retain so much more of what I am reading. And as I retain what I am reading, I am better able to meditate on what I learned. And there is a bonus. Because writing is my dancing, I read with so much satisfaction. The Lord scribbles joy on my soul, as I scribble on the pages of my notebook.
In the Garden of Eden, Adam and Eve had the privilege to speak and listen to Yahweh face to face. They had immediate access to the fullness of his glory. At the Fall, humanity was expelled from Yahweh's presence. Since then, and until Christ's return, communication and communion with God has not been and will not be the same.
In his mercy, Yahweh gave us his Word. This is how we can be near God: by mediating on his Word.
I walk. I lie down. I rise up. Meanwhile, I keep dancing.
|Sometimes, I find him under my chair.|