Do you ever have those moments where the same things show up in conversation or in teaching moments or in Bible studies or just showing up in neon lights on windows, or so it seems?
That’s how I feel right now about spending time with God. About r e a d i n g His Word.
It seems like everything I’ve heard lately [[including on our Tidewater-Richmond staff team]] points to getting knee deep in the Bible.
There’s been times in my life where that has come naturally. Daily. Thirty minutes or an hour. Sometimes twice a day. Soaking it up, taking it in, devouring verses, chapters, books.
And then there’s other times. Like lately. Times where if I’m being honest, I have been struggling. I’m struggling to get a daily routine. I’m adjusting to my recent move and my constant state of transition and I’m struggling to “fit Jesus in” – as if fitting Jesus in is a thing.
This morning I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. It was early. I was tired and grumpy. I don’t want to go to campus, Jesus, is all I could think. I was texting John-Mark and he suggested that he needed God this morning. He was in the same boat.
Yeah, I need a whole lot of Jesus this morning, I thought.
I cracked open my Bible and went straight to the Psalms. I like the Psalms. They speak truth into my soul when I need it the most. And I read this at the end of Psalm 73:
“But for me, it is good to be near God; I have made the Lord GOD my refuge, that I may tell of all your works.”
It is good to be near God.
But for me, it is good to be near God.
I needed to hear that this morning. I needed to hear that it’s good to be near God. I exhaled. I felt immediate relief. It wasn’t an I should; it was an it’s good. It’s good to be near God.
It’s Monday. It’s Labor Day. But have you been near God today? It might be better for your soul than you think it could be. It was for me. Take heart, women of faith, for Jesus is more than your Mondays.
